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Wow, such an amazing comeback. I'm in shambles. The tone was completely deadpan.

... idiot.

Bahamut's shade has been walking throughout the city wearing signs that read "Have a nice day :)" while preaching about Eternatus' love.

I hate all of you.

Get help, Owen.

So, I'm going to preface this by saying that adaptations and novelizations are, broadly speaking, not my forté unless the author is taking steps right out of the gate to make it clear things are going to be very different. And you do have the second scene in chapter 1 introducing some...

"... tch. Don't apologize." With a swift swing of his tail, Bahamut cleaved the phantom in half. It dissolved away in plumes of black mist. "Keep your shadows in check, or you might not make it through this next battle." His wings sparked. A checkboard portal opened behind Bahamut. The necrozma...

"Then it's on you to be the change that you want to see." If Bahamut had a stomach, he'd have gagged at such a phrase. It was so... nauseating.

Dibs on all their stuff when they inevitably burn up in the atmosphere. A long pause followed. No, you cannot spread the good word about Eternatus to the moon people. The only ones there are Soda and unown... I think. Another pause. No, this is not a reality where moons are made of cheese...

There were rebuttals Bahamut could make. Like how he couldn't properly fight despite millennia as a killer. Or the fact that Owen would sickeningly find the good in everyone, including her. Or the fact that Diyem won't be able to send her home until the crisis is taken care of because his powers...

... we'll tell you when you're older. Go to your room.

I would welcome that, but we're in backup bodies.

... well, I guess I'll be hurtling something into the sun before I leave this planet after all.

"Keh heh heh." The shade watched others file out. "I do so look forward to seeing how things play out with such... wonderful new developments."

Chapter 17: Give Me Shelter Come nightfall, some pokémon hit the pubs. Others curled up by the fire with a good book. A certain black-scaled charizard, however, had a different evening pastime: a glass of warm milk. Now made exponentially more effective thanks to the magical hot box machine...

“Elaborate.”

Oh, goody. Bahamut loved waterworks. “You’re not going away.” It was a statement made toward the shadow. “Are you really that jaded from a meeting?”

"If you dwell on the past, you will not be able to forge a path to the future," Bahamut said. "These setbacks... are ultimately insignificant. There are too many hero types on the team. They will overcome this development through sheer tenacity." He shook his head. He found it disgusting, but...

"And what if we'd done the opposite and things still turned out like this? Or worse?" Bahamut flicked an upper wing dismissively. "There are a lot of things unfair in life, regardless the world. No one's saying you can't feel burned. But you," he pointed directly at the shadow, "are not going to...

"You're being vague." Bahamut remained floating in the air, as if he somehow expected the massive size different could frighten the shadow into submission. At the very least, it sat. Was Bahamut supposed to give it belly rubs now? Bah, that sounded more like an Owen thing. "I have been...