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"It's not a burden if someone offers," Nero said, winking. Bahamut nodded, wondering if there was a way to suggest Aria should offer to talk with Brisa about that. Did the other team get badges? Probably not. "Well, I have... memories of losing love ones. I can help... if necessary," he mumbled.

"I should be asking you that question," Bahamut retorted. He believed the reason why didn't need outright stating. "Yeah." Nero nodded. "Remember, you have an entire group who's had to go through the same thing. Maybe our experiences weren't quite the same, but we had to make our own goodbyes."...

“I’m not really sure what questions can be properly answered at this stage.” Bahamut eyed Diyem. “If anything, you should be prepared for a round of ‘How do I know you didn’t do the same thing to me?’ and similar things.”

Bahamut scowled. "Fine, then do that."

“Make the mutt do it.” Bahamut pointed to Nero. “This is all his fault.”

Bahamut wings and tail twitched. "... yes. That's... true. Because I thoroughly believed I'd lost my family because I wasn't strong enough to keep them safe." He tapped his chin with a wing claw. "It's like if you lost Starr and Astrid prematurely and could never get them back no matter what you...

Bahamut was mostly looking at Brisa. “Yeah, I guess that’s a good idea.” He looked less thrilled about the prospect of babysitting, but he did mumble, “Family.”

Bahamut was still staring at the clipping. With his mismatched eyes, it was always tough to read his expression. Fortunately, Nero had more experience in that department than anyone would expect. And he saw… longing in Bahamut’s eyes. Some guilt bubbled in his stomach over losing the articles...

Bahamut stared blankly at the article. "I, uh, had tried to gather other pieces," Nero said. "But I left the window open in my room and the wind must've blown them out of the room. Sorry." Bahamut appeared to ignore Nero.

“Treatment? You speak like I have a condition,” Bahamut growled. Nero thought it best not to respond to that.

Bahamut looked down. "I went into to pacify that mewtwo..." he grumbled, sounding like someone had taken his favorite toy. "Well, uh, at least you have a bright side to all of this?" Nero laughed nervously. "Ah, yes, because now's the time to try and go up to people and make friends." Bahamut...

Bahamut's beak somehow scrunched up. "Hey, could be worse." Nero's tail wagged slowly. "I'm sure there's a version of Cibus where Diyem gave life to... like, a cucumber or something." "Stop talking." "Y-Yessir."

Bahamut slumped to a seated position. His eyes still appeared broken, but he managed to glare at Nero. "You." His head tendrils fizzled like soda pop. "I told you to drop the matter. Why couldn't you leave well enough alone?" Nero flinched. "I, uh—" He lowered his head. "I just wanted to help...

"Ex... cuse me?" The colors in Bahamut's eyes... fragmented. They looked like jigsaw pieces if a hatchling were allowed to stomp on them, then chew the edges haphazardly. "What does that mean then... for me? When the rest of the team leaves... will I just disappear?"

Though Bahamut remained still, the instant Diyem began concentrated he was assaulted with another flood of images. Of multiple Cibuses — or, at least, planets that seemed like Cibus — blowing apart before their shards were sucked into one another leaving a single, miniscule bright spot. A...

Bahamut gnashed his crystalline beak. "... fine. But it's not my fault if he explodes or something." Nero simply stepped back and pretended like he was giving them some privacy.

"And I have to respectfully disagree," Nero said, shaking his head. "Brisa's response makes me even more certain, actually. You didn't summon Bahamut... you summoned his empty husk. He has some of the memories, clearly, but there's no telling how accurate they are. It's entirely possible they've...

Nero cheek bolts rotated again. "It's not something I've seen, but something Ho-Oh taught me about. The idea of a soul separated from its body." He glanced at Bahamut. "The soul retains the key personality aspects. The way the person thinks and acts, their core beliefs, and hopefully memories...

"Stop staring at me," Bahamut growled. Nero's eyes flickered blue, then pink, then black. "Hmm." His cheek bolts rotated. "Hey, uh, quick hypothetical here, Diyem. What would happen if you brought a soulless husk to Cibus?"

Bahamut slapped Diyem away. "You're the last person I want assistance from." And Diyem would see a flash of what Nero and Brisa got. The same mask. Five eternatus heads grabbing Cibus and squeezing it like an orange...