[He wasn't sure how he had the picture, but when he'd arrived, there was an image on Liquid's Pokegear. He'd thought of deleting it before, because what could've possibly been the use of keeping it, but he'd never quite gotten around to it.]

[It was because he didn't care. That's all-- he didn't care enough about it to bother with getting rid of it.]

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[He remembered it, in a sort of distant, disconnected way-- moonshine in the afternoon after a storm, then carrying her on his shoulders to the Pokemon Center to find Otacon, yelling like drunken idiots. It seemed like something from another life now, happening to someone else and not him.]