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No “that’s it.” They’re your kids. Either take some responsibility or I will and I am pretty confident you will not like my way of doing things.

Absolute fucking idiots. Rip their cores from their bodies and shove them in some sort of neutralizer so they can’t do any more damage.

Hmph. I'd say I can't believe some of you are so selfish as to do something this boneheaded and potentially leave your caretakers vulnerable and weaker, but that would be a lie. You think yourselves invincible and that is a dangerous mindset. And of course you roped in a member of the team who...

"Your siblings are trying to go the moon." Bahamut crossed both sets of wings. "You should pray they aren't atomized in the processed. I doubt there's a responsible one among that lot. Only the troublemakers and naïve ones with the temperament of hatchlings."

"You are mistaken if you think that you familiars were solely built off foundations of happy, pleasant memories," Bahamut growled. "The one tethered to me is based on a cultist who lures people to their deaths at the hands of Eternatus' distortion. So, you can see why it would be a significant...

"Yes, hello, I'm the one everyone on the team not named Owen either ignores or hates. For good reason, I suppose." Bahamut slowly bowed. "As far as your question, the answer is the exact opposite. Most of you gremlins seem to be based on decent people and I suppose you can get a measure of...

You could hurl yourself into the sun, is what Bahamut wanted to say. But he was initially silent, keeping an unreadable expression. "You stay on Cibus, I suppose. Where they, essentially, know enough about the various people who created you."

The gray light in Bahamut's body contorted and writhed, almost like it was a separate entity. He tilted his head and projected up a small orb. "This is my home planet." Another burst of light, this one primarily purple and red. What appeared was a much larger projection with what seemed like a...

What was she blathering about? “Of course it stops being the same Pokémon. That’s the whole point of evolution.” He coiled his tail around his waist. “Or are you from a world that doesn’t consider Pokémon to be people?” He shook his head glumly. “Your personality is the way it is because your...

“Because you are an eternatus larva, not a kyurem.” Bahamut was flying around aimlessly as usual, trying not to think about what the idiotic hellspawns were trying to do with the moon, when he noticed the fake kyurem out. Was this one anything like Cibus’? And, for that matter, who spawned such...

Good to know you find it funny there's an entire planet— nay, galaxies suffering from a crisis that has no solution.

Wow, such an amazing comeback. I'm in shambles. The tone was completely deadpan.

... idiot.

Bahamut's shade has been walking throughout the city wearing signs that read "Have a nice day :)" while preaching about Eternatus' love.

I hate all of you.

Get help, Owen.

So, I'm going to preface this by saying that adaptations and novelizations are, broadly speaking, not my forté unless the author is taking steps right out of the gate to make it clear things are going to be very different. And you do have the second scene in chapter 1 introducing some...

"... tch. Don't apologize." With a swift swing of his tail, Bahamut cleaved the phantom in half. It dissolved away in plumes of black mist. "Keep your shadows in check, or you might not make it through this next battle." His wings sparked. A checkboard portal opened behind Bahamut. The necrozma...

"Then it's on you to be the change that you want to see." If Bahamut had a stomach, he'd have gagged at such a phrase. It was so... nauseating.

Dibs on all their stuff when they inevitably burn up in the atmosphere. A long pause followed. No, you cannot spread the good word about Eternatus to the moon people. The only ones there are Soda and unown... I think. Another pause. No, this is not a reality where moons are made of cheese...