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Bahamut waved an upper wing. A new wormhole crackled into existence. "I have to prepare for the battle that lies ahead. If I can't shield Diyem, then our team's journey reaches an abrupt end." He floated into the portal, which snapped shut behind him. <><><>

Debatable. Bahamut kept that one to himself. "Mmm. Well, I suppose you can point Karat in my direction whenever. I'm sure he can sense my aura or... whatever it is he does." His head tendrils bristled. "I wouldn't say I have the best track record with mewtwo, so I won't be going out of my way to...

Bahamut pet the shade with his tail. "You have nothing to apologize for." Silence ensued, then, "Vix must've known good souls if her memories were able to produce you."

"You are inevitably going to lose us regardless the outcome here," Bahamut said. "Either we fail and perish or we succeed and return to our own worlds, losing the memories of what happened here. And you certainly cannot follow any of us back to our homes. I can't speak for the others, but I...

Bahamut's tail pulsated. "It is basic reasoning. If someone had the power to strike us down, they would do so now, while we are not prepared." He paused. "I suppose Maple and Eternatus might be capable of that, but they're too busy with each other and too beyond their senses." The necrozma...

"This isn't overconfidence. It's stating a simple fact." Bahamut gestured up with a wing. "If whatever powers are at work truly had the strength to lay waste to this planet, it already would've happened. But it hasn't. Meaning Soda doesn't have whatever he's been tricked into thinking he needs...

"Please. Nothing's blown this planet up yet, so it's hardly the kind of power I'm used to."

Bahamut harrumphed. "I don't think it's necessary for anyone to leave the planet right now. Inevitably we have to deal with the nonsense on the moon, but the odds are strong that the team will be in a better position with Maple and—" he shuddered "—Eternatus to back us up."

"You do realize that, between me, Joule, and Palkia, we can probably make a portal in the sun's general direction to bathe Deoxys in light, right?" Bahamut said. "Let's not try for anything crazy. After all, the moon is watching us."

"No, no, and no." Bahamut tapped the top of the book stack with an upper wing-claw. "If you expose Deoxys to Diyem or Joule it'll just wind up corrupted by shadows or radiance, breaking it even further. Artificial energy is not of any help. Viruses thrive off what is naturally produced by one's...

Bahamut was sorely tempted to snap at the little familiar. Ask why he even should help after being telepathically harassed. This was all his siblings' faults. He shouldn't have been the one needing to take responsibility. It should've been them, though that did leave the risk of things getting...

The wonderful thing about having portals back at his disposal was that Bahamut didn't actually need to commit to meeting anyone. He could poke his head through a portal and, if whatever was on the other side was a waste of time, pull back and call it a day. So that was exactly what he did. It...

Bahamut turned away from her. "Have fun with that. If you try to latch onto my spirit, you'll be killed by Eternatus. Then you won't even have a ghost to do any haunting with. You'll just be another Phantom, mindlessly attacking anything that so much as looks at you." He walked off toward the...

"Not really." Did the kit not hear what he'd said before? "Possibly Owen. But that's because he puts too much personal investment into everyone. One can only wonder how long he has in his home world until he cracks like an opened chestnut." Bahamut shut the book. "As juvenile as this is. It...

"Nobody mentioned they were missing." Bahamut shrugged. "If they're corrupted, then I strongly doubt they're within the city. Maple had mentioned something about her team living somewhere a bunch of so-called gods take up residence." "We were there earlier, dummy." Bahamut pretended he didn't...

Bahamut closed the book. "It doesn't matter. I've been cursed with immortality. And with the team not interested in my opinions and others able to do what I can do, I'm better off trying to find someone who thinks like me. Figure out how they can stand being in such a sickeningly cheerful world."

"Arceus suggested I find them." Bahamut began flipping toward the end of the book. "I believe they... have a similar glass-half-empty style of thinking as me." He reached Yveltal's page and frowned. Bahamut turned the book to Tricky. "Is it just me or is this a slab of bacon with wings?"

"Fascinating." It was not fascinating. "You're welcome to follow, though I don't think it should take that long." Bahamut flicked a prism hand and the door opened up. He marched up to the reception table and to the Bean that was manning it. After a quick inquiry, he was given a variety of...

Bahamut had no eyelids to blink in confusion with. Did this child... not know how libraries worked? "They have librarians there. You know... people working there who know where to find the books you're looking for?" He hunched down. "Have you ever been to a library before?"

"I'm here to find out what Kyurem and Yveltal look like," Bahamut replied. "Surely there's a book or two here with information about them. They don't exist where I'm from."