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"And what is it that you can do?"

"You can get to them, though." Bahamut's head turned without his body moving. "Which means you can fight. You do have the power to fight, do you not?"

Bahamut shrugged. "I know very little about your world and who lives in it, so I cannot give an accurate answer. But if it's anything like this world, there are powerful people you could seek out aid from."

Bahamut leaned toward Lucius. "One of the few means there are others. Which means you're not alone. Which means these others may understand your reservations." He leaned back. "Besides, if you were successful in stopping your iteration of the blacklight, I don't see why you can't be successful...

The red and purple in Bahamut's eyes swirled into iris-like circles. "And why is that?"

"Eien is small," Bahamut responded. "Eternatus is the size of a planet. Destroying it from within is the only option. But I can't control what it does while I'm inside."

"Eternatus is sealed in a... pocket of sorts," Bahamut growled. "I already tried destroying it while it was in the pocket. I failed. If it is to be destroyed, the seal must be broken. But doing so may crush Etherium in the process."

"Pah. Hero's Aura?" Bahamut's beak clicked. "That was a lie spawned by Dark Matter. He didn't select us specifically. We were just the souls he happened to be able to latch onto." And of course the question was asked about how bad things were. Bahamut sighed. "My universe is plagued by a...

"Yes. The many lives lost were a sacrifice for the greater good of the planet." Bahamut went back to staring at the tree with the flowers. "I'm not sure how the rest of the team took it. But those are the standards I'm used to operating with. Sacrifices made for the greater good." He shook his...

"The zoroark, Soda, tried to destroy the planet with a moon laser," Bahamut casually stated. "When that failed, he tried to ram the moon into the planet. Just bringing it out of its orbit caused torrential flooding and considerable damage. Something which I'm given to understand your team did...

Bahamut crossed one crystalline leg over the other. "Well, there are relief efforts that can be helped with. Though I get the feeling your team isn't particularly interested in that."

"Huh." Bahamut finally turned and set his mismatch eyes on Lucius. Yep, stereotypical lopunny. Probably mistaken for a girl a lot. And now the aura popped out. Familiar, yet ever-so-slightly different. That damned parallel reality nonsense. Cibus have both a double for Cepa and Balm and Telum...

Polaris laughed. "I float all the time and I haven't been alive long enough to know what comfy feels like. You're good."

Bahamut was lying propped against a tree. A tree that was giving way from the weight of his crystals. In the continued aftermath of everything that happened with Soda and the moon, he kept receiving requests. Not for any sort of counsel, but simply to move large things and help with flooded...

Logging three sets of 2500 words written. Allocate bonus points to max out defense, then HP, then resistance. No purchases or moveset changes because i didn't need any items last fight haha gottem

Polaris frowned. "Sorry, buddy, but you sound like the easily distracted type." It looked down at Pleo's feet. "Why not try grabbing me with your toes? They seem... flexible."

Polaris rubbed its head with a pom-pom. "Have you ever multitasked before? Like, patting your head while rubbing your belly... or hopping on one foot while chewing bubblegum?"

Polaris slipped right off and slowly floated down like a piece of tissue paper. "Aha ha... cosmog aren't very strong." It held a pom-pom in front of its face. "Also I think this thing is kinda see through?" It waved it around.

“Ah, yes! Holding.” Polaris floated to Pleo’s back. “That is totally a thing I can—” It awkwardly wrapped its pom-poms around one of Pleo’s wings. The grip wasn’t secure. “—do?”

"Oh, yes, I need all the help." Polaris bobbed its head. Which was also its body... and not confusing at all. "I'm Polaris." It extended a pom-pom. "Uh, well, we don't technically have hands, but we can still shake, right?"