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A bitter laugh. "Well, our team's boss didn't give us much of a say in the matter. Tried to sucker us in with a pep talk about having heroics, but I believe he summoned us at complete random. And now we can't leave." He shook his head. "It still amazes me that someone like him has a mate. And...

Bahamut shrugged. "When one is irredeemably corrupted back home, one gets used to such experiences." His wings drooped. "It's... unfortunate that my teammates are getting things so much worse than I am. But I'm not a people person. Haven't been one in a long time. So, I can't really help them...

"I would think that would be something you'd want to be specific on," Bahamut deadpanned. "My whole being is driven by betrayal-induced paranoia and a sense of hopelessness leading to anger and aggression." A long pause. "See? Easy."

"... tch. That answer is blander than a loaf of white bread," Bahamut said, upper wings crossed. "Where's your sense of drive? Have you been on the job so long it's bored you?" A slight smirk tugged at his beak. "The Zekrom I knew back home would need reminders to use her indoor voice."

"I see." Bahamut's tail lazily swayed back and forth. It didn't seem like she was intentionally withholding anything. More like... she didn't want to step on Reshiram's toes? That was the impression he got, anyway. "What do ideals mean to you, Zekrom?"

Ethics commission? Porygon augmentation? "So... you have some relation to Chip, then? The one that gave us all our badges." Bahamut scooped his out and waved it around. "We've still been trying to figure out about the glitch that led to fake messages being sent to the team. You wouldn't have...

Bahamut's expression was naturally stoic. His eyes were tough to read with their lack of a proper contour. But he was studying Zekrom, while trying to get memories of his own — or, rather, the last zekrom in the line of Sage colleagues — out of his mind. Not as outwardly cheerful. Always focused...

Bahamut hummed. "As I said, blessing and a curse. You have a lot to think about. Something ninety-nine percent of people don't have to deal with when they're born. Maybe you should try to consider some of the positive aspects of your... current existence. You're surrounded by others. Potential...

With Cola still on his person, Bahamut flew into the air. The problem with his new form was that there were few places he could float without attracting stares. He might've attributed it to his size, but it was far more likely that he looked too much like the guy who almost cratered the city...

Bahamut tapped his tail. "... tch. Should've brought a pad and pen." From his bag, the ultra stone emitted a rimshot. "Well, it's an exhaustive list, but I do think there are some outside factors to consider." He raised an upper wing. "Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina have been stuck together for...

Sighing, Bahamut coiled around Arceus. "Yes, it's unfortunate. I think my teammates are far more concerned about Maple and her team than they are the guild. Likely due to their powers, as useless as they have been in dealing with those corrupted by the blacklight." It didn't occur to him that...

Of course the answer was essentially a riddle. Blasted gods. This was why Bahamut cringed at the myths about them in his own universe. He slithered through the air to Arceus. "It sounds to me... like you're relying too much on that foresight. Its absence is making you feel naked." Bahamut looked...

"Perhaps that's true." Bahamut hummed. "But I believe that, to some degree, my paranoia is justified." He tilted his head to look at Cola. "People I have cared about have stabbed me in the back far too many times. Some of them literally." Bahamut stared at the ceiling. "And every time you tell...

"Yes, well, I made clear to Maple that I believe Eternatus got to Xerneas... intentionally or not," Bahamut said. "Judging from what I experienced, I'd actually go with the latter. It's my personal belief that Eternatus is trying to use the Tree's pure energy to ward off the blacklight. Stop...

"I see." Bahamut frowned. His tail tapped against the ground. "I'll get straight to the point, then. I believe Red was the one who attacked Destiny Tower. Which the guild tried to pin on Owen, using something that marshadow character did." He raised an upper wing. "Then that same person is the...

“The idea that a soul can even be fractured in such a way is blasphemous to me.” Bahamut looked at Cola. “But the will of causality would say there’s a reason you’re both here, even if you don’t realize it.” He shook his head. “Regardless, I think there are more pressing matters at hand. Namely...

“No. He’s a charizard. If they’re cool, they’re dead,” Bahamut deadpanned. “More to the point, have you two made up since your big episode?”

And, of course, Maple's portal took them to the guild. Bahamut grumbled obscenities under his breath and floated out, heading in the direction of Destiny Tower. ... oh, right. With all the excitement buzzing around the human-turned-Owen-impersonator, there hadn't been any attempts to follow-up...

As Bahamut headed toward the portal, however, he paused by Maple. The necrozma leaned over and whispered, "I do not think it is a coincidence who we found unconscious thanks to this human. Keep him and his team away from the guild. Hell, if you can think of a way to relocate the team, it would...

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