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"Wait for Dark Matter to finish... conversing." Bahamut was looking at his crossed legs. "I can only transport myself into someone's mind. Pretty sure he'll have to take care of the rest of you, as none of you are psychic." He paused. "Or monks in days long past."

“No. Did you not hear the ‘in wrong mind’ bit? That’s wasting time chasing a lead that no longer exists.” He asked for Diyem and got the whole damn cavalry. This was going to be an exercise in patience.

"That is... impossible to say. I would've had to look at Darkwhite's psyche while she was still not in her right mind," Bahamut replied. "The semantics are something we might be able to address when the hex is safely neutralized."

"Stop." Bahamut had an upper wing raised. There was no actual attempt at restraint. Just the command. "Do not go near him. Maintain your distance." He remained cross-legged. His light pulsated rhythmically; the necrozma equivalent to breathing. "You should not approach him with shadows and...

This is a delicate process. Even if the training facility is underground, we do not want to give Owen's psyche the impression that he is unstable. It will only make his insecurities worse and give the Eterna hex more strength.

“That lines up.” Bahamut nodded. “He has serious insecurities related to his memories. Trying to untangle that entails making sure he understands he’s the one in control.”

“If it were here, it’d be in his skull.” Bahamut’s tail wrapped around him. “I think Owen was hexed. Or something ethereal was allowed to burrow into his mind and plant its roots. “Owen was able to chip away at it with encouragement. There was a fair amount of self-doubt the parasite was...

“No.” Bahamut was sitting cross-legged. “Owen trapped the source in protect shields and I left him a phantom for additional support.” He said he knew what he was doing. Did his teammates really have that little faith in him? It wasn’t like he’d betrayed anyone’s trust. Whatever. It didn’t...

No. Stop assuming the worst. I did this with Joule as well. Owen and I worked until the point where we needed Diyem. Then I called for back up.

“And my real body stitches itself back together thanks to Malice, my universe’s Eterna energy.” Bahamut shrugged. “Dark Matter sure knows how to pick them. I’ll have to avoid thinking about it if I’m to actually help him fend off Maple.”

I can handle that. Just like with the Tree.

“I gave him some of my power to assist,” Bahamut said. “In my training, I’ve learned to mold you shadows into weapons.” He turned away. “I realize the team cares not for how I think or act, but sometimes one has to apply some pressure. This is one of those times. “I don’t care if the team hates...

"You underestimate yourself," Bahamut chided. "Most of what I did amounted to a pep talk for his subconscious. Or your subconscious." He frowned. "This manifesting shadows nonsense is one thing I will absolutely not miss about this planet."

Underground training facility. He is in deep meditation at the moment. I did the same routine as with Joule. Talked his subconscious through overcoming the block. Now he needs one last push to deal with the source.

I was able to locate and start dismantling the block on Owen's memories. However, the source seems to be Eterna energy and looks like an Ultra Stone to the mind's eye. Diyem, I require your presence to proceed any farther. I don't think this body has enough of that energy source for me to keep...

"We located and began destroying the block." Bahamut floated up. Gray light slowly filled up again; his body expanded outward to the form he had gotten used to. "It appears the source is... oddly like an Ultra Stone. Owen has it trapped in a barrier at the moment, but I need to get Diyem. I...

"Fair enough. But I will at least leave you a little something extra." Bahamut whipped his left lower wing in Owen's direction. It spawned black chains that grabbed hold of the shadows trailing off Owen from his attacks. A phantom formed up beside Owen. "Protect him." Bahamut pointed to Owen...

"Leave the escaping part to me." The space around Bahamut and Owen distorted as lines of pure radiance crisscrossed the Ultra Stone. "Begone!"

An Ultra Stone? Probably. Maybe. Certainly looked like one. The things had converted into the much more docile familiars with shadows and radiance, hadn't they? "It was energy from Joule and Diyem that triggered reactions in these things," Bahamut said to Owen. He formed another Shining Blade...

Now he knew which one was talking. Or spelling. Damn mind games. "Right then." His free arm was shaking and he put it on Owen's shoulder. "Sorry for calling you a kid. You're as fierce as any hardened dragon." Bahamut shoved the Photon Geyser into the thing with all he could muster.