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"I have a tentative plan for how to deal with the attack that is coming our way now," Pop replied. "...But we are still planning out our possibilities and risks for the rest of it. This won't be easy, but we need to find a way that we can defeat him before a blast like that destroys the town...

"I don't know," Maple replied. "They appear to be based on his power, but I can't say for sure if it's only his at play," added Millijoule. "I would know, I'm based off of him. Joule isn't any ordinary Necrozma. Just as Maple is a Voice that was enchanted with light, Joule is a dragon of light...

"Me, working together with Dark Matter," Maple said with a skeptical look in her eye. "I don't know if... I'm ready for that yet. He still tried to do... what happened to my home world. There are things about him that... will never stop reminding me of that." "But, at the very least, you aren't...

"Yo," Arceus greeted automatically, looking back. He seemed to be mulling over some glowing documents and texts of some kind, scrolls, even. Guess he couldn't quite get rid of some old habits, it seemed. "Glad to--oh, it's you." He relaxed some, then nodded. "Greetings, Icetales. Was there...

Owen winced, not finding his words while Cabot ranted. This was so unexpected of him; usually he was cheerful and at least politely moving along from what was happening, but now...? He wondered if Cabot, too, was kept in the dark about the inner workings of the world he was from. He was young...

"Perhaps he'll have more to say now that he is properly in this world," Maple said. "He was always trying to watch from far away, but apparently he can see even less than we can that way, sometimes. Less than Buffet and Bean's efforts for sure..." "Mm, I am curious what he has to say,"...

"Entirely at random," Maple summarized, nodding. "He must have truly been desperate to save this world to go that far. It does make me wonder... why. But... he is recovering now. I don't want to press him." Millijoule gave Maple a curious look. "Quite the change of heart," he commented. "Had...

Maple chuckled a little at that. A sad laugh, but there was joy behind it, at least a drop. "Duty over comfort," she repeated to herself. "Yes. I think I am a lot like that." "Perhaps too much," Millijoule suggested. "I fear that without my true self by your side, you've lost sight of what it...

Maple looked surprised at the question. "How do I... normally wind down?" Maple asked. "I..." She rubbed one of her hands over the back of the other, pensive. "...Well... I would go to an open field. A dense forest. Or even the shoreline. And I would... be. That is... how I wind down. Or, how I...

"No, it's fine," Maple replied, shaking her head. "To be frank, we could use a break, but there's no reason you can't relax with us and talk." Millijoule's eyes glimmered in a way that was reminiscent of Luz and her endless confidence. But there was a hint of care in his voice, too. He curled...

And yet, despite that, it seemed that Brisa was not the only person who got that idea. A little while later, near the end of Brisa's planned resting time, distant voices talking echoed off the walls. "Ah! Certainly, we can try something like that. Though it would involve a lot of--ah! It seems...

Owen echoed Cabot's question with his eyes. "W-well... I mean... I had a few ideas, it's just, I don't really..." "He doesn't like them," Cal explained, then looked at Cabot. "It has a lot of risks, right?" Owen shifted uncomfortably, but nodded. "I want to hear what you have to say, though,"...

"The Light That Burns the Sky..." Owen nodded. "That's... definitely a name." "Please, you think it's cool," Cal mumbled from the side of the room. Owen didn't reply. Instead, he tried to awkwardly look through the window as well, at the sky. "I'm guessing there isn't really an easy way to...

"That is my guess as well." Diyem rumbled a little, and it seemed like he was exhaling, in a way. "But I am recovering now. I survived." "Oh." Owen nodded. "Well, that's good, right?" "Mm." Owen felt that it was Diyem being optimistic, but he had a feeling that pointing that out would...

"...Mm... of course. I do not remember exactly what happened, either. It was during your battle against that... abominable fusion. During that time, I wasn't able to communicate with you, and I was... taken. A force reached toward me and took advantage of the connection I had left to stay in...

"I am unable to maintain a Pokemon form right now," Diyem replied. "...I am trying to conserve my strength... after my exertion earlier." Diyem shifted in the bed, sinking a little more. "Want me to, uh, put the blanket over you or something?" Owen offered. "Stop."

"It seems that your time here has only made your negativity worse," Diyem replied. "Perhaps this will help me recover faster." "Now, c'mon, that's no attitude to have," Owen said gently, placing Diyem on one of the empty beds, where he did not move. "I believe that is precisely the attitude I...

While Bahamut was still being taken care of in the infirmary, it seemed that he was suddenly going to be getting a lot of company. It started with the glowing orange flame just down the hall, and then some idle chatter from Owen and a very familiar voice, distorted and demonic as always. And...

"Three days or so," Arceus estimated. "Get your rest. We'll need it. I have some plans to make to stop that blast, and the rest of us will need to figure out how to defeat Joule proper." There was a grave look in his eye, and he nodded to the Creation Trio next. "Come. We have planning." "I...

"Bahamut..." Owen frowned. "He might give us some insight on how to deal with an attack like this. Any way at all, you know...?" He sighed, but then heard a dull thud nearby. Diyem had collapsed, and his Shadow hammer had disappeared. His body rapidly evaporated in a cloud of darkness...