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Bahamut shoved his core back into his beak and swallowed hard. His grayscale body jiggled like gelatin. "... for no particular reason, where can I purchase a chess board?" He paused. "On Maple's tab, of course."

"... I feel the same way you do, to be honest," Bahamut said, completely straight-faced. "Or, at least, I did for a sizeable portion of my time here. Like I wasn't deserving of any affection. Or attention. That I was better off adrift on my own, waiting for something that might finally turn the...

"You are... like me." Bahamut studied the sapling intently. "Something that wasn't originally meant to exist, but does now." There was something that obnoxious, peppy mutt had said to him in private. Bahamut had scoffed at it originally, but perhaps the mutt was onto something. "Someone like...

Nate's approach was actually the right one, in Bahamut's opinion. The problem was that ninety-five percent of Team Spectrum had spent... uh... well, an unknown amount of time hurting the thing. He tried to whisper toward his teammates. "You think it's going to buy your words when they stand in...

It would've been so easy to oblige. Or to strike it down at that point. It sounded like Bahamut would do it a favor in that regard. ... but no undo assumptions at a time like this. Too much mental energy was going into this to try and parse the aura. "Eternatus?" Best to keep things simple...

“Let’s see what happens.” Bahamut grabbed the filament and stuck it against the compass like rune on the back of his head. The filament popped out of his mouth along with his core. Bahamut pressed them both to the rainbow embers and promptly went limp.

"Very well." Bahamut braced himself. Though, from what he could sense in the others' auras, he'd be moving several more pieces around, himself included. Maybe I should take up chess when this is all said and done...

"The desperation..." Bahamut flopped down and a meteor sailed over him. It was too clear. Too familiar. Wasn't this what he— No, he was a reproduction. Some corrupted facsimile. Even so, I— They were still Bahamut's memories. The desperation. The will to survive blinding all reason. Lashing...

“Owen, stop acting like a school child who flinches with every swear,” Bahamut harrumphed.

More squabbling was happening around Bahamut, but at this point he was tuning it out. They needed to save the grievances for after things were taken care of. Though Bahamut couldn't help but continue to notice the daemon's core. See the things it was trying. There was a clear survival instinct...

Bahamut bit back the urge to make a remark about how the two needed to take their anime moment somewhere else because he was trying to focus. Everyone else was summoning help while he stuck to the same routine he'd been in for a while, now. Well, perhaps the thing inside realized that, too, and...

Bahamut's multicolored eyes constrcited. His equivalent to squinting, perhaps? "Boss?" Polaris poked his head out. "... tch." Bahamut's head tendrils twitched. "I think... someone actually is in there. But the corruption makes it too difficult to properly parse." Perhaps if it continued to...

"Get a room!" Polaris heckled, before Bahamut hastily stuffed the pseudo-cosmog back in his satchel. "Oh, dear, I think the Blacklight is taunting you," he lied.

Bahamut stared at the thing, looking unimpressed. "I've seen worse."

It was too late to stop that idiot dog. Perhaps he'd luck out and not take the same blow that Soda did. A blow that would've gone for him. It would seem Bahamut had touched a nerve. "... hmph. Eternal truth?" Bahamut tilted his head at the thing Dave charged toward. "Is this the part where you...

After the so-called onslaught, Bahamut floated there and looked at his wings. "Did a breeze pass through or something?"

"Next time, ask permission first," Bahamut growled, clearly disapproving of his ability being copied.

Bahamut facepalmed. "... I already regret these decisions. Who did we let pick the cavalry, exactly?"