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“It’s sunbathing at the beach.” Despite still looking to be asleep, Bahamut slithered out the door. The sounds of trampled flowers followed.

"Huh, what a coincidence. So was I." Bahamut's light and eyes abruptly deemed. He seemed to have fallen asleep on the spot.

"My brain prism is both my mind and the closest thing I have to a heart," Bahamut said, completely straight-faced. "Was it coined by an ancient order of necrozma?" It was difficult to say whether Bahamut was being serious.

Bahamut shrugged. "Never understood that expression. It's not as if you two were actually connecting your hearts." A beat passed. "Though I understand humans have machines that can temporarily replace their hearts for medical purposes. You'd have to talk to the mightyena about that one."

"I was under the impression that that was what your 'kind' was prior to all of this." And Bahamut would go back to thinking that when this was over, but that point had been addressed already. "Fortunately I was wrong. Seems to be a recurring theme when it comes to Cibus. But I suppose my...

Bahamut would've squinted at Owen if he could. "I thought time was supposed to be at a relative standstill in our worlds while we were here?" He tilted his head at Diyem. "Because if that's not the case, there's a very good chance I could return to find Eternatus free of its seal and beginning...

Bahamut shrugged. "The only thing with even the slightest chance of making that a reality is my dimension's version of your... husband." He pointed to Diyem. "Imagine if you were the size of a planetoid, couldn't think or feel, and flew aimlessly around the galaxy vaporizing inhabited planets...

"You know you can do much more." Bahamut sighed, releasing gold vapors. "I don't even remember the last time I thought like that. It went that way... then became 'Please don't let their disgust toward me undo their work.' And then 'Please just let me stay long enough to do something.' And...

Bahamut never even had to tell the team the real reason he helped make Zacian and Zamazenta. Everyone just thought he was being stupidly paranoid. And now there was no reason to bring it up, since the best outcome happened. Again. Well, perhaps the best outcome would've been that massive energy...

Bahamut sighed and lay down on the floor. “Are you satisfied, then? Because this is just depressing for me.”

“Perhaps he is… content.” Bahamut stopped short of going to happy. He wasn’t sure if that would somehow hurt Diyem. “I don’t expect either of you to know what it’s like to have one true love.”

"The best solution is just getting the space noodle to do his air conjuring magic." Bahamut lazily waved an upper wing around. "Thankfully he's not friends with Karat or Deoxys, otherwise I imagine it would be an uphill battle."

Bahamut would've squinted if he could. "That makes absolutely no sense." He shook his head. "Forget it. Not important. This one wanted to check in and make sure your significant other wasn't becoming love drunk like when he spent too much time around Xernatus." Bahamut paused. "And I was napping...

"I don't live in a house," Bahamut said. "More importantly, why is there a sentient loaf of bread?"

"... fine." Bahamut flicked a wing to open one of the house's nearby windows. "Oy, luvidscs. Owen and his kid are coming in. You better be decent." Owen was too large to push through the window, but Bahamut could scoop Cal up and plop her on whatever was on the other side of the window.

"Check in on them? Pah." Bahamut lay back down, flicking an upper wing dismissively. "Have you not seen them flying around at night? If joy wasn't anathema to him, I would expect them to break into some fairy tale musical number."

Grumbling, Bahamut sat up. "Well, I was sleeping. What do you want?"

Bahamut was sleeping in the middle of the road where the team's houses were. Of course it was hard to tell he was actually sleeping given his lack of proper eyes. It really just looked like he was lying there. Like a hobo or something.

"Mmm. Onto the next thing." Bahamut floated out of the house, then whipped out his badge. [S0urdough > Pop]: Where are you on the project? Time's dwindling. Let me know when it's time to start the process. Someone familiar with this should be there to make sure nothing happens.

Bahamut was eyeing the pile of dust with a frown. "Uh, I'm not exactly an expert on metaphysics or whatever you call these godly powers, but I'm not sure that's a good sign." He pointed at it with his tail. "That's Mewtwo's body, isn't it? Or... it was."