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Bahamut's grin didn't falter. "Then you must also trust in what he asked of me... which is to 'reign in the bleeding hearts should it become necessary.' Again, if you don't like it, take it up with him." He floated up from Cabot. "I'm going somewhere else. Take care little one." And Bahamut...

"I only brought it up because our fearless leader offered similar sentiments when I figured out his true identity." Bahamut chuckled. "If you have a problem with it, perhaps you should take it up with him?"

"I prefer not to take such chances. However, we are interlopers in this world." Bahamut cracked another grin. "Perhaps I'll just leave decisions like that to the actual inhabitants of this planet."

"Accepting a Dark Matter does not mean you're befriending them," Bahamut said. "Look at our boss. Even though no one aside from the plant is giving him grief over his secret, I do not think you'd find many folks calling him their friend. Perhaps you and Owen. But you two share the same beliefs...

Bahamut shrugged. "Then we will accept this alternate Dark Matter for what it is. Maybe our boss could absorb it into his own consciousness."

"I was a star once, little one," Bahamut chided, flicking a small amount of water in Cabot's direction. "It's only natural I'd want to speak with my brethren." It was pointless continuing to reason with this cranidos. "It's clear to me that the eternatus here and the one home are two very...

It seemed that the little cranidos had selective hearing. "As I told you... those who are in power would rather the populace remain blissfully ignorant than face their grim reality." Bahamut turned toward the sea. "Likewise, even if His Darkness sent you all to Etherium with his protections...

Bahamut bowed his head slightly. "You told me not to give up on my world, right? What if I told you that the only way to ensure Etherium's survival would be to free Eternatus? It would extinguish all life on the planet... but the planet itself would survive, allowing the cycle of life to begin...

"You hesitated quite a bit there, little one. And that stuttering..." He leaned closer to Cabot. His beak pushed against the cranidos' head. "Could it be... that you were trying to justify heinous actions to yourself? Actions that you personally disagreed with... but went through with anyway?"

"I have heard such an idea many times... including on Etherium itself." Bahamut didn't budge an inch. He offered Cabot no real indication how he was feeling. Just his usual pensive gaze. Difficult to discern with his lack of pupils and different colors bubbling around. "Then answer me this, my...

"Empire." Bahamut clasped his lower wings together. "Perhaps such a phrase holds a different connotation on your planet. Where I'm from, an empire refers to several territories living under the rule of a single authority figure." He shook his head. "And I do not believe that such power should be...

"And that tells me everything I need to know. You wouldn't be able to do it." Blue and purple expanded in Bahamut's eyes. "It would be so nice if things could work out like in fairytales. Everyone gets a happy ending and even those with less altruistic motives learn their lessons." He shook his...

Bahamut's expression momentarily darkened. His immediate thought was that Diyem had blabbed about Chiron to Cabot, since he had a peek into his mind. Nevertheless, this was enough to prompt Bahamut to stop lying on his side and instead coil around Cabot and look down at his shiny head. "Giving...

"Perhaps. However, better a beast of sin like myself suffer than a pure soul like yourself." Bahamut bowed his head again. "As I said, reality can be a harsh mistress. Why, I'm willing to bet there are people on your planet who walk the paths of constant strife. They could even be right under...

That was a false assumption in more ways than one. "Do you think I haven't tried?" Bahamut sighed. "Remember, I'm not speaking to people in this form, but the broken body you originally saw me in. People look upon me like I am some sort of daemon." His head tendrils shrank. "And I suppose, in...

“Of Eternatus? Of course not.” Bahamut let his tail glide across the water. “History is written by those in control. They have led the public to believe this is a product of the energy they use for electricity... and that they will soon have a solution for it.”

"There is nothing the other pokémon can do." Bahamut maintained the small grin on his face, even though his tone was neutral. "Getting close to Eternatus' distortion drives them into the depths of madness. And as the generations have worn on, the nobility of the planet's biggest kingdom has...

"Time? I've been trying to get rid of it for a thousand years," Bahamut said. There wasn't any bitterness in his voice. Rather, resignation. As if he'd accepted his fate. And given Cabot's response to his question, he got the sense it was the cranidos' youthful optimism talking. "We like to try...

"A sailor? My, how... intriguing for a rock-type. Does your planet have lava oceans instead of water?" The alternative was that this cranidos had some sort of death wish. All it would take was one shove into the drink. Or, perhaps, his natural body had some sort of special water immunity? Many...

"I wander endlessly through the distortion rotting my planet away... until my energy runs out and I fall into stasis." Bahamut's tone was neutral, as was typical for him. "What is it you do?"