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I Talked to You | Part ThreeI tend to fall asleep in the lull of the ocean. I can trust Dusty to keep me safe, even in the middle of a vicious storm. He can split through the water faster than a bullet, yet remain steady as a lifeboat. And those facts explained why I was sleeping when the two of us pulled up the glorious waterfall that crowned the Elite Four's mountain as the most momentous challenge in all of Sinnoh for those who lusted after the title of Pokémon Master. Sitting up straight, I stretched and locked my arms and legs around Dusty's neck and chest and murmured my assent to ascend. And in an instant I'm soaked, violently, leaping in and out of the sheer cascade of tumbling water, jarred to life by the chill in my bones. I smiled and shut my eyes, letting the water jar my mind from the daydreams. All too soon the waterfall ended and I clung to my Pokémon as he skidded to a stop on the rough rock. Laughing
Green Eyes"After all of that, do you think you're still worthy of sharing the name Harmonia with me? You good-for-nothing boy!
"To start with, I spurred N into pursuing ideals. The reason we reawakened the legendary Pokémon now was to give MY Team Plasma more power! Power to control the fearful masses! That at least was well done.
"After saying you had to put your beliefs on the line and battle to see which one chosen by the legendary Pokémon was the true hero... You lost to an ordinary Trainer! There is such a thing as being too stupid! Add it up, and you are nothing more than a warped, defective boy who knows nothing but Pokémon..."
So this is what people called shame. He didn't feel his knees hit the ground. But as soon as he knew it, there he was, on that stupid ground in that stupid castle, with the only person he'd ever hoped, ever wished, ever yearned for pride and acceptance from calling him useless. His hands hit the ground next, an
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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