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"I'm pretty sure between the lot of us, we have people capable of using Mist and Heal Bell," Bahamut said.

"Look, I know this isn't going to be easy to stomach, but it has to happen," Bahamut said. "You of all people know how powerful he is left unchecked. And we literally have not been able to purify anyone without kicking their teeth in first."

"Yeah. How would Team Skull have been able to hire a human, anyway?" Nero shrugged. "Curious that they're actually still alive here."

"Not really sure. Lost count after the twentieth." Esper shrugged. "Never was good at math. Numbers are hard."

"That is why we have to fight him... and why you have to call to him," Bahamut said. "We can serve as targets. Clear, tangible sources for Joule to direct his unrestrained fury toward. I believe that if we attack, he is more likely to focus on us than on his surroundings." He paused. "It's a...

"Planet Kolestrol! Their whole world was deep fried," Esper chirped. After a beat, he added, "The average lifespan there was very short but, hey, what can you do?"

"Kecleon, huh? Fitting," Nero mused. "Mew?" They lifted their head up from the helmet, then promptly lowered it. Nero figured they didn't really care. He wasn't even sure if Mew needed sleep.

"I have not spontaneously turned into birdseed, little one," Bahamut deadpanned.

"We won't." Bahamut smirked. "This lot is too determined for failure."

Bahamut noticed a few bewildered stares and opted to elaborate. "Think about it. Darkwhite spent months harassing the team. Diyem was the voice in our heads for a while before his disappearance. What do they have in common? Simple: connections." He raised his left hand. "Team Spectrum had time...

Bahamut stood in the back and said something he was sure would catch people off guard. “I wholeheartedly agree with that plan... on one condition.” He pointed to Maple. “You have to come with us... because you’re the one who has to call Joule, not us.”

Nero laughed nervously. "Well, that rules out the shops. And the café." The houses were the logical answer then. He turned to the locals who had Lillie's bag. "Uh, excuse me? Do you know anything about where us travelers are staying?"

"Mmm. I guess we'll see one way or another how receptive she is to the idea," Bahamut said. He turned away from Dave. "Now then, there's something I have to attend to. Take care."

"I've just been kind of scouting about." Nero sat down to scratch a cheek-bolt. "Don't really have anything in mind. I already know this world is fairly similar to the one I'm from."

"Mew!" They floated up and plopped on top of the helmet. Mew curled up and purred. Nero sighed. "Sorry about that. They're, uh... a bit of an odd ducklett."

"Well, this place has a lot of thick fog, so I'm sure you could find somewhere private," Nero chirped. "And I think there are houses being assigned, so you could always use one of those." His expression deflated a bit. "Just... try not to talk it into yourself everything's going to go badly...

"I'm not sure about that. Only that her response the first time was to attack Joule," Bahamut said, thinking back to the battle in the Reverse World. "So, I expect that to be her kneejerk reaction."

"Don't say that." Nero's ears drooped. "You're going to make a self-fulfilling prophecy." He glanced skyward. "Like, if you refer to her by name, then that should be a big clue that you know her from somewhere."

"The big issue will be convincing her it's an avenue worth pursuing," Bahamut said. "She's like me. Unflinchingly stubborn. Perhaps Owen will get through to her. He's so sickeningly optimistic that way."

Nero frowned. Used to? "Just because you haven't seen each other in a while doesn't mean you don't know her anymore. She's alive. You're alive. And soon, you'll be reunited." His tail wagged.