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"Any time," Nero chirped. Bahamut lazily waved with a lower wing. "Don't be a stranger."

"Perhaps the stars will align for you to meet again," Bahamut said. "Nice pun!" Nero chirped. Bahamut swatted the silvally with his tail.

"I don't read the papers." Bahamut shrugged.

With a teasing smirk, Bahamut asked, "You fessed up your feelings to at least Starr, correct?"

"Don't believe in that destiny nonsense." Bahamut flicked an upper wing dismissively. "When I say 'everything happens for a reason,' I mean that, even if you can't see it in the moment, the things you do and the things you experience have meaning. So, take whatever chances you can to make that...

"Thank you." Bahamut wasn't even sure that was the appropriate response. There was still a guilty conscience situation going on. "It'd be nicer if the situations were reversed, but such is not the case, I guess. Everything happens for a reason."

"Mmm." Bahamut continued stroking his chin. "I'm... not entirely sure I want to see Maple spit up an entire planet."

"Well, it is where your original bodies are. So, I would hope you'd return there." Bahamut chuckled. "Otherwise things might be very awkward for some people."

"I suppose I am." Bahamut stroked his chin in thought. "With that said, that means the husk will probably be waiting for you when you return to... wherever it was we were brought to Cibus from." He lowered his head. "I would advise you all to make your goodbyes quick, because I fear the Bahamut...

Nero appeared guilty at that. "I think I remembered the details. But, like, when you have thousands of conflicting sets of memories, the details get a bit... lost in translation." He rubbed his forelegs together nervously while Bahamut gave him the most unimpressed look his expressionless eyes...

"... oh." Nero's head crest drooped. "That's... well..." Blue overtook his cybernetics. "Not something that's easy to process. Even when you have time and you know it's coming." Something Bahamut was never afforded. Though there was also the fact that, supposedly, Brisa and the rest of the...

"Yes." Nero's head bobbed slowly. "Many self-inflicted."

"I've lived a thousand lifetimes," Nero responded. "... literally." His eyes darted around before looked at the wall on his right. "My world's Buffet... had a predecessor. And that predecessor pulled spirits from the Tree of Life to help the group that built me."

"Well, my partner's just like him." Nero stumbled back to his feet. "If you replace the ornery parts with... uh... dorkish? Dorkness? Something to that effect." "I have no idea how long it'll take." Bahamut shrugged. "I suppose uncoupling from Diyem could either quicken or slow the process...

"I'm training... to regain the powers I lost through this... reincarnation process." Bahamut released Nero, he dropped to the ground in front of him with a surprised chirrup. "Particularly my portals. I want to be able to effortlessly traverse galaxies, like I used to. Perhaps surpass the...

Bahamut shrugged. "I don't intend for there to be a next b— what the hell?" Air Slash blades peppered his crystaline legs. The front of Nero's crest shimmered. "Have to stay on your toes, don't you?" Bahamut's eyes sparked. Small balls of golden light surrounded him. Three shot toward Nero...

A hardy clang shook the training room. Nero and Bahamut bounced away from each other, the former digging in his talons to stop his skidding and the latter flapping his wings behind him before stabilizing his levitation. His upper right wing twitched. A small wormhole appeared before him. Bahamut...