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Xeromus had stayed behind and was uncharacteristically silent at the news. But his eyes sparkled with... something.

Bahamut wasn't an idiot. These people wore their emotions on their sleeves. Even if nobody liked anything he had to say, he at least tended to keep a level head. Not exploding with radiance or manifesting shadows as separate personas. Case in point, the grass-growing Owen pacing back and forth...

"I'd rather he be in a cell." Bahamut's expression remained dark as he floated past Soda. "As for getting a message to the moon, why not just ask those of us who can fly through space to go out and investigate." And he headed for the door without another word.

“I second that notion,” Bahamut growled.

“Nobody should be thinking about the damn moon until we can verify there’s a safe way to let you lot breathe in space.” Bahamut sighed. “I may not have lungs but the majority of the team does.”

“Look at the bright side. Fighting on the moon will hurt Giovanni.” Bahamut smirked. “The clown deserves it.”

"Please. It's not a matter of trusting that clown." Bahamut shook his head. "Push comes to shove, he can be forced to repair the moon." He yawned again and lay back on his side. "All this talk of Breaker and power psychics when you really ought to be looking for someone with experience in...

"It can very easily be repaired or rebuilt by a lunala," Bahamut scoffed. "Which we just so happen to have on hand thanks to all this cross-reality meddling."

Apparently the charizard of the team were the only ones who acknowledged Bahamut unless they wanted to bark at him for being an asshole. "You are all putting too much thought into this. It's as the grass-grower says. This is the logical end result of that clown's mindset and actions." He...

“Humph.” Bahamut finally stirred. “If you ask me, that mewtwo sacrificed its soul for power. And that is what it has become. Pure, raw power. A literal force of nature. It only exists to further itself by any means necessary.”

"And yet he remains so determined, even despite the fact that he can never be certain his convictions are his own." The shade's eyes glimmered. "Breathtaking."

"Barely batting an eye." The shade giggled between wheezes. "I take it having your memories manipulated is just another day at the office?"

"Perhaps in another reality, Owen is a poker player," the shade mused.

"Such dedication! Such conviction! I love that you truly believe you're in the right." The shade's eyes sparkled with alternating ripples of yellow and white. "You seek to throw black and white upon a gray canvas. Eternatus loves such unwavering beliefs and the furor that they drive. "But there...

"Quarreling over such ideals is pointless. The mortal coil is defied by Eternatus." The shade's beak controted into a grin. "All those who accept His love are blessed with eternity. Though the fact that the quarrel ended up happening anyway is still beautiful. A clash of different hopes that...

Bahamut's tail thwacked the ground. "... apologies. I forgot to turn my bullshit detector off." He rolled over to face the doorway and made a sound akin to snoring.

Yawning, Bahamut lay down on his side, likely causing some folks to have to scatter. "Right. Wake me when the circus leaves town."

“Fool. If all the healers and shield-casters stay, you lot will be wiped clean within a matter of minutes,” Bahamut countered. “Everyone’s assuming what Maple’s inner dimension will look like. The fact is that none of you will know until you’re there. It’s pointless to worry about the unknown.”

“It’s far too late to be voicing reservations about this,” Bahamut scoffed. “The stress of the last fight has worn you down. You need to go rest.” He scanned the room. “That goes for the majority of you, frankly.”

“As I said, he desires an impossible reality,” Bahamut growled. “Such aspirations would undoubtedly fail if allowed to proceed.”