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"No matter the age, it is always hard for a child who loves their parent to lose them." Bahamut's head twisted around to look up at the trees. "Just as it's a tragedy for a parent to lose a child. No two people experience the grieving process the same. But what helps is having someone you can...

"I could speculate, but I'd rather not." Bahamut's tail lazily drifted back and forth. "Some people will try and find the good in everything they can. And others," he pointed at himself with his tail, "have steadily blinded themselves to the good around them."

"Well, he claims to be awfully perceptive." Bahamut prodded at the ground lazily with his tail. "But when you've been alone for millennia, you tend to think a certain way. For better or worse."

Bahamut shrugged. "I'm not saying you have to ditch him completely. Just stretch your figurative wings a bit. Or have him set something up for you. Like a play date." Yes, that indirectly meant Bahamut was calling her a kid. Like father, like daughter. He crossed his upper wings and rested his...

"I see." Bahamut stopped the ball with an upper wing. He rolled it around against the ground, before rolling over on his belly. His gray spikes dug into the snow-dusted soil. "All of the shades are based around their hosts' psyches and memories in some capacity, no?" Different blue hues spread...

"I believe most, if not all of us will forget everything that transpired here," Bahamut said, tossing the ball at the tree and catching it once more. "Perhaps some folks will remember in time, but I do not foresee Diyem allowing them to make casual visits to this planet." Without warning, he...

"Yes. I guess it's too late to tell him people who try and form connections with me have a bad habit of dying." It was unclear from Bahamut's tone whether that was meant to be black humor or a harsh truth. "Perhaps my lack of connections with the team is some sort of subconscious action to avoid...

Bahamut crossed his crystal legs. "I think if you said that to your 'dad,' he would take great offense to that." He threw the ball again and raised his lower wing to catch it when it bounced back to him. "Curious how you and the shade with Icetales are the only ones to refer to your partners as...

Bahamut lay on his back but continued to toss the ball at the tree. His head was still backwards and looking at Cal. "Never mind? I think the opposite. Something's on your mind. Best not to let it fester, especially if you intend to go to the Tree." Truthfully, Bahamut wasn't sure it was a good...

It didn't take a genius to tell Owen Three was now in a bad mood. Perhaps it was Bahamut's fault? "You're upset," he mumbled. "I thought you'd be in better spirits since you got to reunite with your doppelganger." He paused. "And also Maple didn't kill us or bar us from the Tree or anything, so...

Bahamut threw a small rubber ball he borrowedswiped from Potluck's resident at a tree opposite him. It banked off the trunk, then the ground. He caught it with his right lower wing and tossed it to his upper wing. The necrozma repeated the process. Eternatus. The team's leader, who supposedly...

"He's not from Galar. Pokémon are fictional in the human world he's from," Nero said, which he was sure would just make things more awkward, so the moment they had asked him, he decided against it. "Are you trying to find a way home or something? Is that why you're so upset? Aside from the...

"Uh, no." Nero paused and clicked his tongue. "At least, I don't think there are any." He looked at his chest. "Hey, if any of you used to be human, speak now or forever hold your peace." Silence followed. Nero's head crest drooped. "But my friend Shane used to be human. He's my rescue team's...

"Mmm. Yes. At least you won't be spending eleven centuries in that form." Bahamut shuddered.

"They used a badge?" Bahamut managed to keep his voice a whisper, but sat up nonetheless. Humming in thought, he rapped his lower wings against the ground. "That's... not good. I don't want to sound paranoid, but there's a good chance that means they have connections with Chip. Or the guild in...

"Aside from the team? We came to you first," Bahamut replied. "Had you not already been here, I'd have suggested going here for its, erm, desolateness."

"No, it's not obvious," Nero said. "Most people don't have ESP to assist them." He slowly released his hold on the creature. "But not everyone is a bunch of spirits wrapped together like we clearly are."

Nero's brow furrowed for a second. Did its bottom half just act independently of the head? He stared straight ahead blankly. "Oh my god you're two spirits stuck together, aren't you?" The silvally's cheek bolts vibrated a bit. "Hello? Can anyone else hear me in there? You're not the only one...

"That doesn't really answer my question, because I don't know what a galar is," Nero said, head tilted. "And, well, I guess I can let you go... but you look like you're in pain and could use some help. It wouldn't be right to just have your run off. You'll just injure your flippers even more."

I warned you I’d be back. >:3 Anyway, I’m going to avoid repeating anything from the last review; mainly the grammatical stuff. Just focusing on the actual plot. Part 6: 72 Hours Remain -[Thanks to the wonders of technology] THE POWER OF SCIENCE IS AMAZING! -That watchog selling the Sun Ribbon...