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Bahamut had snapped back to his body and swallowed his core. He looked toward Dave, trying to give some sort of facial signal that he should be the one to give the news. The good news. Soda's psyche was much cleaner than he expected. Another miracle happened after all. Maybe Soda wouldn't have a...

"You've been through... a tremendous ordeal." Bahamut lowered himself to the cabin floor, which put him at what seemed to constitute eye level... given his lack of eyes. This wasn't the time to go through the details. "Your friends want you to recover." He glanced at Dave. "So, let's see if we...

"I might be able to help with that if you'll let me," Bahamut said.

"Hello, Soda." Bahamut's tone was calm. Even. Perhaps rehearsed. "How are you feeling?"

"My sincere apologies. It's a busy time of years." Bahamut tucked his head down. His dragon form shrank and darkened to the base crystalline variant. "I understand he prefers things black when he's ill. Please, lead the way."

"May I see him? I'm a medic." Bahamut's head tendrils pulsated like blood vessels. "Some friends of his are deeply concerned about his condition."

Unlikely, Bahamut figured. A figment of Soda's psyche, perhaps trying to repair things. Though given the extent of the storm, the damage was quite severe. He probed other areas, looking for signs.

"Enough." Bahamut stuck his tail and wings out. "Frayed emotions are more damaging to a shattered psyche than helpful. Step back." It wasn't clear who was being addressed, but an ethereal tendril extended toward Diyem. Bahamut looked down at Soda. Or what he had become. So very... familiar...

Bahamut’s light rippled from explosions behind him. His head swiveled around. “Well, that was anticlimactic. Maybe we should hurl that thing into a black hole.” He looked at the unown. “Can you use Miracle Eye?” Bahamut looked at Diyem. “Otherwise we need to get Mewtwo ASAP.”

There was a twisted familiarity about Bahamut absorbing the Blacklight's first blow. That was the power he was used to. Power that neutralized strikes from foes that claimed to be strong, but really weren't. He stretched his ethereal neck, glancing at Diyem wrestling with Soda. So, in the end...

"Doesn't it concern anyone how much more... exposed that thing is compared to the other parasites we've dealt with?" Bahamut frowned. "It's almost like it's baiting you into attacking it. I wonder if stunning Soda again could let us separate the two and see what happens?" He tapped his chin with...

“No reasoning!” Bahamut practically sang, still lying on his back.

Bahamut yawned again. "Delightful." He golf clapped his lower wings. "Type that up and I'm sure you'll fine some anime studio willing to adapt it into an episode."

Polaris scratched its forehead with a pom-pom. "Huh, would you look at that. All those walking shadows wound up being liabilities after all." It turned to Bahamut. "What do you think of--" Bahamut over-dramatically yawned. A gesture he remembered from that damn cat body. He lay on his back and...