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Bahamut wasn't sure whether to admire their optimism or facepalm at their naivete. He settled for neither. "... err, right. Best of luck with that." His head and neck slid off the armrest and onto the floor. Anyone who looked at him would think he was plain uncomfortable, but Bahamut wasn't...

"No. It means you're homeless and you don't own any possessions," Bahamut responded. "Any other questions?"

Bahamut's normal impulse was to brush off that kind of comment, but that wasn't what he should do. It wasn't what his teammates did. But awkward silences made him just as uncomfortable. He had to say something. "Well, it's pretty easy to ask for nothing when you're used to being a hobo." ...

... and there it was. "You're approaching this like a typical pokémon would." Bahamut's head turned up toward the ceiling despite him not moving his body. "Which would be perfectly fine... if you were a normal pokémon. But you shades have... very different properties. They come from those Ultra...

Well, wasn't that just adorable? It made Bahamut's light crinkle and the gray hues of his body undulated like stacks of jellatin. "Mmm, I see." His left upper wing slithered up to Soul as if it was sizing them up independent of Bahamut. "What about during the battles?" He tapped his left upper...

Big. Strong. Protecting people. How long had it been since anyone had said that about him? Centuries. Definitely centuries. Well, maybe not the "big" part. Bahamut was used to that, but it was always followed up with "monster" or "jerk." This was an... odd change of pace. Bahamut wasn't sure...

Bahamut tried his best to keep a neutral expression. Because those were descriptors that didn't apply to him. Not a leader. Not a hero. ... okay, maybe he could qualify as a mage, but this body didn't have the light-manipulating abilities he was used to. So, that was out of the question. "You...

With pupilless, lidless, hollow eyes, squinting wasn't possible. Bahamut instead slithered around the side of the couch like a grotesque serpent, then back onto it so he could lie on his side and have his head on the armrest closest to Soul. "You want me... to teach you how to be a familiar?"...

The couches in the lounge were not built for a dragon of his size. At best, he could fit part of his torso. But Bahamut's legs and tail were stuck on the floor. His right wings draped over the back of the couch and his left wings lay on the carpet. When a tiny voice reached his head tendrils, he...

Bahamut frowned. "Then perhaps you ought to seek the newcomers out and give them a friendlier face than mine." He began to hover back to the door. "A pancham and an electrike. I'm sure you'll see them. Especially since most of the other pokémon in this guild are... substantially larger."

That only served as an unfortunate reminder of how many different factors the team needed to take into account. "At this point, the chips are just going to fall where they may."

"It's not just Etherium. Eternatus has destroyed entire galaxies. Planets with varying amounts of life," Bahamut said. "Once it's done with Etherium, it will move onto whatever planet next attracts its attention." He paused. "But none of that has any bearing on Cibus."

"The afterlife is a tangible realm... but now it is only Eternatus," Bahamut said, red and orange expanding in his eyes. "It's why I don't have much ot say about Dark Matter's revelation. I doubt his insides are worse than Eternatus' realm, the Qliphoth."

Death is a part of life, huh. "Wouldn't that be nice." His upper wing joints sagged. "But Eternatus cursed me with eternal life. So, it's not a sentiment I can say is familiar."

"Something to that effect," Bahamut muttered, his light tendrils prickling like a pyukumuku's spikes. "I've lost far too many in such a short time."

"I wonder..." Bahamut looked at the window. "You say that, but neither of us know exactly what he's experiencing right now." His tail coiled around itself. "I certainly know far less about him than you, but surely there are a couple of allies he'd grown close with there with him. They can lean...

Ah, there it was. The subject Bahamut wanted to dance around. Diyem wasn't awake. Bahamut wasn't sure of a good way to even bring up the subject of the Tree and what awaited. His tail twitched. Little sparks of grayscale light danced around it. "Do you not have a badge? The issue at hand is...

"There's... no real progress." Bahamut frowned. "Dark Matter puked up two new members... and promptly passed out. I don't know how long it'll take him to recover from that episode."

The events at the infirmary had left Bahamut with a lot to think about. What was the best way to approach this situation? What was the safest way? Was there even a safe way? Could the team reach an agreement on what to do? And how many people would be left upset? ... none of this even took into...

Bahamut scratched the back of his luminous head. "Yeah, take care." This many months in, it wasn't worth probing Icetales' speech patterns. Even if Bahamut did think the guy could save some energy by cutting down on the long-winded, old-timey phrases. Though, for all he knew, there were planets...