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"Overseers?" Bahamut crossed his legs. "Can't say I'm familiar. But the universe I'm from doesn't have gods, either. No Dialga. No Palkia. No Giratina. No Arceus. And that's just to name a few."

"Where would I take them?" Bahamut's head turned toward Raven. "People can't breath in space." He looked back up. "Aesir is the realm of spirits. Where they may mingle together in harmony. But Eternatus keeps the spirits of every living thing it kills. They become trapped in a realm where the...

Bahamut managed to stop himself from facepalming. "The difference is you still have a team to go back to at the end of the day. I did not." He rolled onto his back and looked skyward. "Loneliness warps the mind. Imagine spending millennia by yourself. No friends. No family. Just the memories of...

"For the longest time I told myself I was saving their ungrateful souls, by allowing them to pass to Aesir and avoid languishing within Eternatus," Bahamut responded. "But perhaps it was just rage. How would you react after getting chased away from hundreds of planets despite wanting nothing...

Bahamut scowled. "Our little mental link was superficial. He overstepped when the team was meeting to discuss how to handle the whole revival thing. He saw old memories. Planets I destroyed in response to their hostilities."

The stone didn't respond. "Well, as long as you stay away from the inside of the Tree, we shouldn't have a problem." Bahamut continued looking ahead. "But I don't think he's going to come out if I'm here."

The stone didn't respond. "I do not believe Esper was well-liked among Team Spectrum anyway," Bahamut said. "I think that's about the only thing we had in common."

"That would be... something." Bahamut's tail curled up. "I'm more concerned that they have a connection to the alien lady slumbering in the Tree." He pointed an upper wing forward. "Darkwhite, for all intents and purposes, had an Ultra Stone in her and look what happened to her. She had the...

Nero looked at Kora like he was wondering how many paint chips the guy ate as a child.

And the trap snares shut. Bahamut wasn't going to press the matter. He knew that kind of reaction. He'd seen it so many times on Sages who had been trying to hide relationships from him like he was going to invoke some harsh judgement or strip them of their titles. It was good intel, however...

Nero tilted his head. He had... several questions, to be honest. "Do I... do I want to know why there are multiple of him?" "Probably not." "Oh, hush." Nero whispered to himself. "In any case, I'm good on cookies. It's like they say: 'A minute on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.'"

"Pretty, huh?" Bahamut said. "I wonder if, given that your appearance is rather piecemeal, Maple looks as though she has several elements of other pokémon." He chuckled into an upper wing. "I could see it. If that's the case, you two might've made for a cute couple if Joule didn't exist."

"I'm not sure if I buy that." Bahamut tapped his chin in thought. "Her disguise has momentarily faltered during some of our fights. I'm pretty sure most of the team is well aware that she's in a disguise of sorts."

"A shame no one can just... take him closer to the sun. That always worked for me back home."

"So this world has a barter system? Fascinating." Bahamut tapped his chin. "I wonder if people would offer goods and services in exchange for phototherapy?" It wasn't entirely clear if Bahamut was serious.

Bahamut smirked. "I'd put money on the one corrupted by Eternatus." He pointed to his head. "Of course, I don't have any money. But the point stands." He coughed into his wing. "By the way, your cheerful demeanor might help break the news to Maple of how high her tab has gotten in Destiny...

Bahamut laughed. He reached into his back and tossed what appeared to be a few gummis to Potluck. "Bless your heart, puppy, but that's a losing battle. Whatever you do will just be undone. Believe me. No matter what I've tried, my body has stitched itself back together."

Bahamut's nearest head tendril frazzled. "Err, please be careful over there. I'm not what you'd call good for petting."

"Truth or dare?" Nero looked at the door, then who was present. "Uh, I s'pose?" "Are you asking them or telling them? Show some conviction! You've got ideals flowing through you!" Thanks, Zekrom, Nero deadpanned, sitting on his haunches.

Having had the other chimera run off on him, a dejected Nero wandered back into town looking for something to do. He sensed a lot of the people who had shown up with him and chosen to gather in one particular building and followed their energy signatures until he found them all sitting around...