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"You make a good point. I will at least keep an eye out for them." He paused, and dipped his head. "Stay well, Bahamut. I will see you later." With that, he turned and returned to his cleaning. <><><><><>

"Indeed. The coming days are going to be busy." His tails waved slightly as he thought. "Perhaps the business will be good for the grieving. I've found that staying busy helps keep my mind off the worst of it."

"I am no therapist, but it feels like, perhaps talking to other people about what happened to you might help. It obviously won't fix things, don't get me wrong, but perhaps it may make it easier to cope. I've seen what bottling in all your negative emotions can do." He glanced out the window...

"I see. Our tribe believes in an afterlife, but it's only reachable by the help of Yveltal. Without her, souls are lost and doomed to wander the world as restless spirits." A pause. "Our understanding is that it's a world free of pain. Where the dead are able to find peace. Those that would...

"That is... unfortunate." Tempest chose his words carefully, uncertain of how to best air his feelings on the matter. "I do not know if your culture places any value on an afterlife. But even if you don't. To be an immortal among mortals... I imagine it's... difficult. Emotionally draining." It...

"Mm. I can sympathize, and I'm sorry to hear that." He passed, staring out the window for a moment. "Nip and I, our culture does not put high values on avenging the dead. Death is a part of life, and accidents happen when hunting. Perhaps that is why I feel so detached from Nip's death. But...

"I suppose you have a point. But I can't help but worry." As much as he wanted to believe Nip would find the support of the others, he knew just how deep Nip's trust issues ran. "Revenge would do them little good anyways. It may make them feel better for a time, but revenge leads to...

Tempest held Bahamut's gaze, for a moment, his face betraying no emotion. "I had just been using Nip's badge when I needed to. But... unfortunately he had it on him during the battle. I think you get the idea. I have yet to replace it." He turned back to the furniture for a moment. "You're...

"I'm sorry, he threw-" Tempest cut himself off with a displeased flick of his tails and a drown. "You know what? I'm not going to question it." He paused, sighing, and shook his head. "I just hope it doesn't delay the retrieval of our fallen. For their sakes."

Tempest followed his gesture. "Ah, I see. If you'd like, I can help out. I've already been tidying up. Keeping myself busy." He began to walk towards the furniture, inspecting the pile to figure out which piece he could take without toppling the structure. "How has the planning gone?" The...

Tempest wasn't one to get out much. Though he was polite and friendly to most of the other pokemon and familiars, he'd gotten into the habit mostly just hanging around Nip. Now he didn't even have that. But that was fine. After all, if Diyem was to be believed, Nip would be back soon...

"Ah, yeah." A part of Nip wished he could say the same. That there was something waiting for him back home. But as far as he saw, there was only hardship and sadness in his future, if he returned. When he returned, really. He glanced towards a window, and to the darkened sky overhead. "We have...

"I know what you mean. Before I came here, I had only recently traveled far from my homelands. nd the settlement I had come across, well. It pales in comparison even to Treasure Town." And yet, overwhelming as that might be, it still beats living as he had before. Constantly on the move, looking...

Years? That was what some of these pokemon called cycles, right? If so, six whole cycles of the seasons. That was... an awfully long time to be alone. Nip had resigned himself to being alone when he had... lashed out at his tribe, so to speak. He knew it would be lonely, but at least there...

Huh. Well, now that she said that. "I think you make a good point." He quit scraping his claws together, staring down at them for a moment. It would be so easy to spill... everything. But something held him back. Maybe it was the fear of judgement. On one hand, he really did trust Brisa. And...

His attention, which had drifted away as he got into the mud of his inner turmoil, snapped back to Brisa. Both his ear feathers and his tail feathers perked up. Him? A friend? He'd had a few pokemon he was close to back home. Or used to be close to, at least. But the bonds he'd formed here were...

"That's true, but..." But what good did it do against an opponent that could counter all of his skills. Someone like Joule, for example. Or... No, he wasn't going to think about it. He wasn't going to think about her. She couldn't do anything to him so long as he was here, on Cibus. Besides...

"You should consider yourself fortunate. I've never been the sturdiest, but I feel like I could take more than I can here." His mind drifted for a moment. Snapping jaws. Burning fairy energy. He winced slightly, then caught himself and shook his head. "I'd still have my strength," he...

Was it that obvious? He decided to not question the fact that others were feeling down after the fight. Icetales and Cynthian, Astrid and Vix, he was certain that he'd be more down on himself if he had been in their fur (or petals, or... wax?) But that was beside the point. His gaze drifted to...

After the battle at the collesieum, Nip had come to in the infirmary. He had been informed of the battle results — unfortunately a loss — treated, and released. Beneath the pungent scent of medicine, he *swore* he could still smell singed fur. And now he was ready to take a long rest, sleeping...