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[tsunsandsteals]

[For once, Silver isn't in the forest to work his Pokemon to exhaustion. In fact, he left them back at the house, apparently granting them rare permission to rest. Instead, he's sitting beside a tree, head bowed and one knee drawn up to his chest. He's deep in thought, almost as if considering a couple things...things he'd rather not have to be considering.]

Damn it...everyone who says those things are wimps and bleeding hearts, but...

[He doesn't want to admit he's beginning to wonder if that's why his team is weaker than they should be. Why Golbat seems terrified of him and Sneasel picks on him so much. Why Quilava hasn't evolved despite all the training.

Was the man with the cape and the dragons right? Were his other self, Tracey, Lyra and all those other people right?

No, they couldn't be. Compassion is for the weak; that piece of advice was the only thing the old man had ever given him.

But the old man was weak. He'd run away with his tail between his legs just because some kid kicked his ass.

Silver buries his face in his hands with a frustrated groan. Stupid people making him think about this stuff!]

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[myosotis]

[As has become usual with people who wander into the forest to sit peacefully - or to have fun! - Silver is being watched.

It's not like she's hiding or anything. She just came and chilled a few tree roots away. Whether he acknowledges her or not, though, she thinks she recognizes him.]

You are one of the humans who...keeps animal companions.

[Her jury is still out on this, mostly because how do they fit inside there?]

[tsunsandsteals]

[Silver just nods]

[myosotis]

They aren't with you.

[tsunsandsteals]

They're at home resting.

[myosotis]

[She thinks he's the other Silver. ...Whom she hasn't ever talked to, either. But they're a bit different in personality when observed, all the same.]

Do they go with you willingly?

[tsunsandsteals]

...yeah. They did. [Well, Haunter did anyway. He stole the other two but this person doesn't need to know that.]

[myosotis]

[Time to ask the big question.]

They are too large for those stones you use to carry them.

[tsunsandsteals]

...you mean Pokeballs?

[myosotis]

Your round red and white stones.

[Even "balls" is kind of a non-forest thing.]

I don't understand.

[tsunsandsteals]

Yeah, Pokeballs.

It's just magic or something. They shrink and fit in there.

[myosotis]

It doesn't hurt them?

[No, no, she just can't get her head around it.]

[tsunsandsteals]

No.

[myosotis]

[Well then.

Okay.

There's a lot of silence.]

I wanted to see them.

[tsunsandsteals]

Maybe some other time.