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"Then get rid of it," Bahamut said, a bit sharper. He rose up higher. "Where there is power, there is always a means of dispelling it. Look at the Blacklight. When people are swarming with too much of that energy, they fire it off with that burst move. Why can't you do something similar? Or find...

Bahamut frowned. "Then if such things truly can't work you need to forcibly show them why you're right. Or find a way to make it so that they do not have power that can rival yours any longer." His expression darkened. "You know if it was me I would kill them and take their power for myself."

Bahamut sat up. "Have you considered locking yourselves away somewhere until you can break the stalemate? That way you aren't getting innocents caught in the crossfire?"

"Enemies?" Bahamut rubbed his beak. "I think that depends on what it is you're in opposition over. The fact that you're tiptoeing around it with such vague statements suggests it's not some mere dispute but something with significant weight behind it. If you're both leaders, then that suggests...

Bahamut flicked a lower wing. "Fire away." He paused. "No pun intended."

Bahamut propped his head against an upper wing. "I'm not sure you want my brand of motivation, Altowen. It would turn you slightly more bitter, like him." He pointed to the other Owen.

Always pressing. Always prodding. Stars, Owen could be so infuriating like that. "My wife... was the Archbishop of Eternatus. She oversaw all the daemons that harassed those souls sealed within the Qliphoth. But she had a change of heart and fled Eternatus. She was attacked and crash-landed on...

"Move things forward logically?" Bahamut blew golden embers. "The 'logical' step forward is destroying Eternatus, even if Etherium ends up a casualty as a result. And if it does, then like with all the other times I've tried to 'help,' there'll just be emptiness, not happiness."

"Things were a blur when Eternatus broke me and I lost my family," Bahamut muttered. "If something happened, I wouldn't have the foggiest idea what."

Oh, great, now he was getting double-teamed. "You make it sound so easy. They made me the happiest I'd been in a long, lonely life. And then they were taken far too soon."

"Of course not. I'm a fucking zombie, for all intents and purposes." Bahamut lay his head back down. "I should've burned out centuries ago without my wife to support me. But I didn't. And I can't. So, of course I can't move on. I'm stuck in far too many senses of the word."

Bahamut picked his head up to scowl at Altowen. "My happy ending is having my wife and son with me. But I'm not from a dimension where people get to magically come back from the dead. So, yes, it's forever out of reach."

"I'm not entirely confident they can ease the burden on his soul," Bahamut said. "And that's from someone who's done significantly worse. Or perhaps I'm just jealous that so many get happy endings, but mine will always be forever out of reach."

"Yeah, well it doesn't really feel that way." Bahamut dropped to the ground with an unceremonious thud. "Humans have this idea of saving criminals so that they can 'face proper justice.' But I don't think it applies in this particular circumstance." Bahamut loudly sighed. "I'm sure one or both...

"It's far better than what you get on Etherium," Bahamut growled, shaking his head. "I suppose this is all just an unpleasant reminder of what I get to go back to." He would've added more, but there was a good chance that would break one or both of the Owen's brains and Bahamut was not in the...

Bahamut was too damn old for this. He was aware of alternate dimensions, but always assumed parallel ones were an impossibility. Because the alternative was an infinite number of dimensions. Meaning an infinite number of dimensions that Eternatus could get to once it was free of Bahamut's. And...

"Uh, well, our world had a Dark Matter. But Dark Matter came from a primordial force known as Void Matter." Nero's irises and pupils disappeared, replaced by circular loading icons. "Void Matter had basically eaten away at Necrozma's soul like the Blacklight did to your Soda. There was so little...

"Fine." Nero shrugged. "We beat Necrozma. My ice ninetales turned into him and rebuilt the planet. Returned everyone's souls to the living world." His head crest fanned out a bit. "Now, we work simple construction. At least for the time being."

"Sounds like your Diyem may have been a bit too attracted to negativity when searching for recruits," Nero mumbled. The 'edgy' bit was supposed to be a joke just going off their appearances, but it seemed like that wasn't a mere superficial observation. "It wouldn't surprise me if he got chased...

So, some of them had died? Yeah, things here definitely weren’t as smooth as his experience. “No. We took him into the Reverse World for safety sake. Then Aria and Ben put their heads together and basically knocked Joule out in one single blow. All the Blacklight just kind of left him.” Nero...