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Bahamut's eyes bubbled. "I sincerely hope you calling it 'enlightening' was just a poor choice of words and not a bad pun." He clicked his beak. "Otherwise I'd have to portal you into Chip's office and force you to listen to him babble until your head spins." Actually, can their heads spin with...

"The past is the past," Bahamut said firmly. "There's an old line or joke or quip from a piece of human media in my dimension: 'You either die a hero... or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.'" He crossed his crystalline legs. "The real Soda had enough bitterness festering about...

He actually wanted to know Bahamut's opinion? Well, that was certainly a change. Though Bahamut doubted Icetales was going to like his response. "Do I have hope for rescuing him? No." Bahamut's eyes darkened. "I'm sure that perpetual drunkard of a mightyena will disagree and I'm not going to...

"You really think sneaking up on a guy with potentially thousands of eyes in the form of unown would be easy?" Bahamut shook his head. "It wouldn't. The whole idea behind a supercharged portal is to get there instantly because anything else would be problematic." He pointed at Rayquaza's sigil...

"Bring the means to undo that." Bahamut pointed to the chalk board, where he had drawn Arceus' wheel and Mega Rayquaza's delta symbol. "Assuming Soda hasn't set that up for himself already, just because it's familiar to him. "Regardless, I'd expect the unown to warp the area to try and split us...

"You are more likely to lose all the powers you've grown accustomed to if he has to allocate his power toward different resources for your body." Bahamut had a book beside him and flipped the page, not making eye contact. "And you lot have gotten quite snug and comfy with your blacklight powers...

“… not really,” Bahamut said. “Out of the entire team, I’m the one with experience in space travel.”

Oh, wonderful. The only one of Spectrum who was more obnoxiously chipper than Owen. And at least the charizard didn't have a ridiculous dialect. They'd been here how many months, now? Surely the guy should've started to drop such tireless speech quirks. But apparently not. "It has a...

Bahamut lay on the floor, leaning his head against a bookshelf. He had brought in a chalkboard, which was filled with a mixture of words and assorted doodles. Moon laser problems No atmosphere -> Rayquaza, Arceus(?) Access -> Joule, Eternatus, Me Unown -> warped terrain/environment; labyrinth...

Why wouldn't they? Because he was basically the team's antithesis. Every time there was a decision, Bahamut always seemed to offer a counterpoint. Even when he finally opted to take the moral high road and go for saving Joule, his surviving teammates were unhappy. At least, they were in the...

"But our 'boss' doesn't feel the same way," Bahamut growled, using air quotes with his upper wings. "I think it likely he's going to advocate sneaking into the tree or something. Which I cannot see ending well for anyone." He uncoiled and backed away to give Pleo some space. "It's a shame we...

"We weigh our options," Bahamut responded. "Gather the team together. Lay all the cards on the table and have people offer ideas for what we can do." He tapped his beak with a claw. "Personally, I think we ought to include Maple, her team, and the assorted guardians of this world. Though I...

“Giving Arceus or Diyem its energy may corrupt them the same way Darkwhite was.” Bahamut sighed. “Now you understand the dilemma. Imagine if we had to fight our own allies because the revival process corrupts them. It took the entire team to deal with Darkwhite. Now our numbers are fewer.”

Bahamut looked Pleo dead in the eye. "The Tree is compromised. Eternatus is inside it. Which means... there's a good chance it isn't safe to heal Arceus or Dark Matter."

"Yeah." Bahamut sighed. Was he unhappy with this arrangement, too, or because he was one of the few weighing such decisions? If Owen were still alive, he'd probably think about it even if he wasn't interested in discussing it. "And, of course, we have to keep in mind that Maple and Cibus'...

"I would hope so, but I'm not sure they can both be healed at the same time." Bahamut needed a comparison. Something that could actually speak to the kid. Wait, Cabot was some sort of sailor, right? Come on, stupid brain prism. Make a sailing analogy. "Imagine you have two very large boats...

"That... also remains to be seen." Pink spread out in Bahamut's eyes. "We need to determine how many of us would be able to go. And I do not believe we'll be going into the Tree, so much as looking around." The tip of his tail tapped against the carpeted floor. "And, assuming that all happens...

Ah, right. Even though the shades were their own beings, they were all based off someone. And it seemed Pleo might've been the youngest one. And of course the lugia wanted to get Cabot back as soon as possible. Cabot would probably try to do that. But Pleo didn't know what Bahamut did. Nor was...

The necrozma raised an upper wing. "Guilty." He slithered forward to get a better look at Pleo's book. Was that the Tree of Life in it? No, no, he had to be polite. "How are you holding up?"

In trying to figure out what a good course of action would be, Bahamut decided that the study might house a book better describing the architecture of this Tree of Life thing. He was particularly interested in what might've changed about it since Cibus' Dark Matter had been dealt with. Could...