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“These bodies are, allegedly, fake. Thus, death is, in theory, meaningless to us.” Bahamut looked at Mellow. “We are naught but interlopers in this world.”

"Yes, sure. Air out whatever complaints you have," Bahamut said. "The sooner you get it out of your systems, the better. After all... this isn't about us anymore. It's about this planet."

Bahamut leaned against a wall. They were never going to make progress like this. "Our leader is trying to tell us he's so familiar with all of these 'dark power' elements because he's a creature of darkness himself." He looked at his right hand. "More specifically... a Dark Matter from a world...

"It's not supposed to make sense to you, little one," Bahamut said, before pivoted toward some of the others mumbling about distortions. "How do you know those kittens are even still on this planet?" He crossed his arms. "You all saw the person Maple summoned. Giratina." Bahamut shrugged. What a...

Bahamut looked at his right hand. "It would seem... that the will of causality is determined to ensnare us with our pasts, no matter how little bearing they have on this world."

Was there something going on around him? Maybe. There were voices. But he couldn't make out any words. It was all deafened by high-pitched tones that made his core rattle in his broken body. Bahamut continued to stare into space. More specifically straight up toward the sky. "So, what should I...

Things had gone by so fast it was tough for Bahamut to understand what was going on. But he caught a glimpse of a giratina... and promptly became catatonic to everything going on around him. He had no idea where the group ended up. Nor did he seem to notice the missing cats. Instead he just...

Add support moves Heal III and Shield II, por favor.

Bahamut, reverted to his broken state, looked at Darkwhite. “There is a special place in the underworld for vile creatures like you.”

"Well, I don't know how much he told you, but our conversation seemed to yield that he didn't really choose who to summon." Bahamut tapped his chin with a wing-claw. "He just poked around random worlds seeing if his SOS reached anyone. And the end result was that nobody really knew what they...

A chuckle. "That sounds like the musings of one from a world where time is not linear." Bahamut sat up. "In any case, we've strayed far off-topic. We should come up with plans for addressing Dark Matter's identity with the team and with Maple's team."

"It makes perfect sense." Bahamut rotated his head so it was skyward once more. "In a star's lifetime, in expands. Exudes hotter and brighter light. Then, at the very end, it goes out in a literal blaze of glory. A massive explosion of energy that shakes the very foundations of the nearby...

"It is a nice reprieve. Warm and familiar. Like the blankets on one's bed." Bahamut wrapped his upper wings around his torso. "Though, if the grapevine is to be believed, the rest of the team has had much the opposite experience..."

Bahamut looked where Owen gestured and smirked. And here he thought that was just some coincidence. "My, my." He uncoiled and did a figure eight in midair before coming to rest on his back. His head spun a hundred and eighty degrees so it looked right at Owen. "The cosmos work in mysterious...

Ah, yes, the sparring tidbit. Bahamut had pretty much taken to ignoring the dojo, though he had heard some not-so-wonderful things had happened there as of late. "Of course you can, little one. Though... I may approach it a bit differently than you are used to."

"Yes. I'm afraid it's what I have to offer at this moment." Bahamut shook his head. "Long ago, I would heal injured psyches. But this temporary body is incapable of such feats. There is, of course, a more conversational-based route. But we are relative strangers and whatever progress you're able...

Bahamut chuckled. "I wasn't saying there aren't places. But you strike me as the type who does nothing but smile through the pain. So, I cannot help but wonder when that pressure to help others and stuff your own problems will get to such a point that it breaks you." He finally broke his pose...

Silence, then: "Reality can be a harsh mistress. You were living in blissful ignorance until yesterday, after all. But, for all I know, your newly-regained memories are hiding tragedy." Bahamut held up his right upper wing and, like he was reciting from a book, said, "Those who try to smile...

"She, like our boss, is hiding something terrifying." Bahamut still didn't turn to face Owen. "I mean... I think anyone on our team could tell you that, darling. Those portals she uses are not something that a smeargle could casually learn with Sketch. And that kooky light blade... that is no...

"I believe that is a logical impossibility," Bahamut replied. "Sooner, rather than later, she and her ilk need to be made aware. Since we know for ourselves, we cannot claim ignorance on the matter. The longer we sit on this information, the greater a chance it blows up in our faces." A smirk...