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"So will you please say hello to the folks that I know, tell them I won't be long... they'll be happy to know that as you saw me go, I was singing this song..." Dill remained standing there hanging his head as he kept singing to himself, still holding Saltriv's vine as his tail flicked. A...

“…we’ll meet again; don’t know where, don’t know when… but I know we’ll meet again some sunny day…” Dill managed, a couple tears falling from his face as he closed his eyes, reciting an ancient human song as he clutched his partner’s vine tight.

Dill put a hand on Saltriv’s back, glancing back at his teammates. “W-we’ll see them again someday. I hope,” he said, his voice trembling. “W-we did good.” He hesitated a bit. “You think we should just stand here when we go, or… uh, would you be alright with holding hands— vine, whatever?”

Dill tromped around, giving his farewells to his friends one by one. His tail dragged behind him, but he kept a smile as he patted Shiron on the back, then glanced at Saltriv. “So… this is it, huh? Ah, I really hope Diyem didn’t screw up. If this works…” he said.

Dill tromped after them, glancing over his shoulder as he wiped his still-running tears.

"Y-yeah! Right!" Dill nodded.

At this, Dill wrapped his friend in a crushing hug, tears rolling down his face once more. "I-I'm gonna live! I'm... I'm g-gonna live!" he managed between overjoyed sobs, his tail wagging as well.

Dill hung his head. "I... ah, Rye, Sinni, Dad..." he pondered. His tail flicked as he sat, thinking long and hard. He glanced around at everyone for a bit before making his decision. "...do you have an extra bed back home, Sal? Y-you're gonna need one," he said, a crocodile smile growing on...

Dill's eyes widened. "S-so I can...? What's that mean, will I still be dormant if I go with Saltriv?" he asked hurriedly.

"Flexibility? N-neighbors? What's that mean?" Dill asked.

"N-nonono, th-that... I-I don't... nono, c-can't I be, like, reassigned?! Can't I be sent back to another universe? Please, I-I can't just...!" Dill pleaded.

Dill tensed up as he watched the strange badge.

"Th-there's no Voidlands back home. You just... you're just gone, I think," Dill said. "So, is... there any way I could, uh... not just die when I come back?"

"...alright, sure," Dill nodded. "D-do you have a moment, Zygarde?"

"Uh, Sal, sh-should we be asking this guy about-?" Dill asked.

Dill winced. “I-I really don’t think pissing off the space bureaucrat is a good idea…” he tried.

Dill stood there for a minute, letting it all sink in before sitting down and putting his hands to his head. "Crap. Crap... we win, I die for good; we lose, Cibus dies..." he muttered to himself as he trembled. He didn’t even know what to think anymore.

“Y-you’re some kind of authority over all these worlds, right? Surely you have to have something that can stop the Blacklight before you have to blow up Cibus!” Dill reasoned. They’d be a pretty bad interdimensional authority if that weren’t the case, he thought.

“…Groudon below,” Dill choked.

"I-I can't... d-don't have a..." Dill tried.