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Shane walked up to Lance’s side. “I had to go through a similar ordeal. And I made it out the other side. Don’t give up hope.” He nudged Lance with his snout. “I know necrozma have bad raps. It’s not something I can fix on my own. But if you need any help while we’re here, I can try my best.”

“I’m sorry,” Shane mumbled. He seemed a bit dimmer. “I imagine it’s not very easy for you.”

“Like one? I am one.” A gold wing popped out of Shane’s back and waved at Lance. “I wouldn’t know the first thing about removing that kind of power from a soul. I’m pretty sure I’d do more harm than good if I tried anything.” He certainly didn’t want to get Lance’s hopes up for no reason.

“That so.” Shane clicked his tongue. “Well, most Blinding Ones are very aggressive when they’ve been deprived of their light. It’s very painful. My teacher told me I’d turn into a big angry crystal husk if I got too carried away with my powers.” The look on his face left little to suggestion.

... oh. So, this guy was more than intimately familiar with that sort of stuff. Shane subconsciously rubbed his forelegs together. His eyes flickered purple. "You're, uh, talking about necrozma, I take it?"

"Oh?" Shane quirked a brow. He must've been an explorer, then. Typical for a lucario in some strange, cosmic sense. "What kind of mission?"

"Of course! It's what I was trained to do." Though Shane's ears drooped. "Well, under normal circumstances. There's something funny about this world. I'd investigate and stuff, but I don't want to cause a scene or anything. Not when I'm kind of an unintentional guest." He laughed nervously...

"Oh, it was an arcade? Huh." Shane would've been over the moon to see something like that, but it didn't do any good to walk off so he could play games by himself. "Anyway, he wanted me to use my portals to try and get everyone home, but for some reason I can't seem to open any rifts to Ultra...

Shane frowned. "Oh, huh. He told me a bunch of people were at a café with him, but I was helping someone else, so I couldn't go."

"My teammate called me in over a massive faller situation." Shane looked around. "Maybe you've bumped into him. Big guy. Kinda looks like a cross between a bird, dog, and fish." He swished his mane back and forth. "Big crest thingy sticking out of his head."

"Lance, huh?" Shane extended a forepaw. "I'm Shane. You from this village or you one of the fallers who crash-landed from another world?"

"Oh, hey, a lucario. Hiya, aura dog!" Shane had been... well, he was wandering around aimlessly. This Overcast Village place was quaint. Bigger than Aeon Town used to be, for sure, but certainly nothing to write home about. And he hadn't really run into anyone who wanted to talk aside from...

If this guy had transformed recently, could he really say that for certain? "Well, I was going to get something to eat myself. Want to join me?"

"Eat?" Shane tilted his head. "How? The guy I knew couldn't do that until his helmet broke." This was ignoring the fact that he was claiming to be a human. Of all the things Ultra Space could've turned the guy into... it was this? Talk about bizarre.

Shane had conversed with Nero a bit and figured there wasn't much to do about their current predicament. Also he was hungry, so it was time to go hunt for something to eat. ... at least that was the plan until he saw a shabbier Nero sitting there with his helmet on. He should've asked Nero...