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“Sure.” Bahamut scooped the book up and wandered into the hall. <><><>

"Well, maybe not here." Bahamut pointed out the window to Destiny Village. "But returning to the Grass Continent? Perhaps."

"Well, I'd suggest offering yourself and Celeste up as bait, but that would be rude of me." Bahamut kept a straight face for a moment, before chuckling at himself.

Bahamut thought back to when Darkwhite abducted Celeste on the beach in Treasure Town. "I think it's something to do with Celeste." He smirked. "Though your can-do, uppity attitude likely made things worse in this one, isolated case."

"She was right there," Bahamut said, not batting an eye. "You can ask Pine, Nanab, Seyka, and Cynthian if you don't believe me. They were all there, too."

Bahamut shrugged. "Not a clue. And it's a subject that's hard to investigate. Though, if I could offer any advice, ignoring her seems to make her let slip things she doesn't intend to." He clicked his tongue. "At least, that's how I got her to bring up the machine and the infected village."

"Was it? I didn't go and inspect what Chip had gathered," Bahamut said. "I guess the ones who did reported to you."

"Well, they've been helpful for intel and travel arrangements, but as far as the fights have gone it's been... solely our handiwork." Bahamut shrugged. He was going to dodge the battling issue entirely. It was just going to have be some bizarre interdimensional culture gap that he'd struggle to...

"I'm not above any of you. I'm beneath all of you." Bahamut lowered his head. "I should be dead. Eternatus should've killed me. And if it hadn't shown up, I was getting to the end of my days." He frowned. "Stars age. Our light grows dimmer. Weaker. Until eventually, we explode in one final blaze...

His eyes and brain prism dimmed. "Because after living through a millennia of broken futility, it's frustrating to see so many of our allies gallivanting around and getting themselves into trouble when we may very well be the only thing that can prevent this world's untimely demise." Bahamut...

"Exactly." He paused and looked wistfully out a window. "Hmm... now that you mention it, it's been ages since I've even heard the phrase 'Trick Room' brought up in conversation. I can use the technique, though it's quite exhausting. But I would not be surprised if it's died out on Etherium. I'd...

"You're overgeneralizing. When I say violating the laws of nature, I mean things like manipulating time and space. Ignoring the aging process." Bahamut waved his right arm. "Being able to create continents or oceans from nothing. Unless you're claiming you're capable of feats like that, you're...

"Maybe in your world. In the dimension Etherium dwells, pokémon rely on energy sources to manufacture their attacks," Bahamut said, offering the shadow charizard a disapproving look at its childish actions. Not helping his opinion that Owen was anything other than a kid who wanted to act like a...

“Elaborate.” It came out like a commander issuing an order to a subordinate.

“I cannot bend the laws of nature to my will,” Bahamut retorted. “Nor do I wish to. Life springs forth from the cosmos and it is to the cosmos that it must return when the time is right.”

“Hmph. Sounds to me like you’re better off without them.” His eyes grayed. “Creatures that can violate nature on a whim. It’s unsettling.”

“You’re speaking quite vaguely.” Bahamut tapped a talon on the floor. “Moping about what? Trying to solve what problems? If your world has gods, why are they not helping?”

"I take it yours is a dimension overflowing with gods and godly power then, hmm?" Bahamut tail scraped its barbed ends against the floor. "No wonder you must feel so at home here."

"Excuse me?" Bahamut tilted his head. "Do you mean to tell me you've died and been reincarnated?" It took every ounce to restrain his contempt at such a thought.

Bahamut walked in after him. No point dwelling on it? Easy for one as naïve as him to say. "And just what do you remember of your life back home? Perhaps this shadow of yours manifested because some part of your soul is tired of forcing a smile when things in your life are far from 'fine.'"