114. Fourth Wall Post [VIDEO/ACTION FOR ANYWHERE]

[foolishwren]

.... Yeah.

Yeah, you're in the complete wrong region.

Mount Moon's in Kanto.

_{[Heather huffs out a sigh and takes hold of Cujo's mane as the wayward Grey and his weird spacedog head back to their spaceship, which had landed conveniently on top of one of the Pokemon Centers, barely even remarkable in the middle of all the other chaos that's happening.]}

Man, at this point, the only thing that could surprise me on weekends like this are things staying normal.

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[foolishwren]

... Good.

That's good.

_{[And frankly she's proud of Envy for allowing it. ... It's further than she got with Claudia, when Claudia was here. And as much as she hates to admit it, the blame for that lies mostly with her.]}

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[ossifragant]

[He's grateful that he and Envy are a thing again. What that thing is he doesn't have the slightest clue, but it's no longer hated enemies so it's a win as far as he's concerned. He doesn't have many of those.]

Yeah. I think so, too.

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[foolishwren]

_{[She reflects on it for a moment... before pointing at him, tone serious.]}

Whatever you do, don't waste it or let it sour.

You might not get it back.

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[ossifragant]

I lost him once before.

I'm not going to lose him again.

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[foolishwren]

Good. That's a good attitude.

Hang onto it.

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[ossifragant]

Look, whatever happened to you, I...

[Because something happened. He's not oblivious. They have similar backgrounds. It was clearly something major. Probably multiple things.]

I'm lousy at talking about this sort of thing, but I'll try, yeah?

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[There's a pause.]

[... But then, you know what? She's been through these weekends before. After they're over, the memories are there but the details always go fuzzy.]

[There's no harm in being honest today. He might remember that she told him something, but he probably won't remember what it was.]</sub>

I had a friend once. When I escaped my master-- _{[My monster.]}-- it set its sights on her.

And twenty-four years later, my friend and I met again. But she wasn't my friend anymore.

That thing had turned her into my enemy.

Because I didn't get her out.

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[ossifragant]

[...Heather doesn't look that old. There's something more to it, but he's also not exactly one to judge, given his own age.]

That...

[Is so accurate to his own situation he doesn't even know where to start.]

And by then, it was too late to save her?

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[YEP... one of the many bizarre little glitches in Heather's story that do one of two things: inadvertently imply that there's a whole hell of a lot she's not telling... or make her look like a compulsive-but-sloppy liar. It's the former, but it's hard to blame anyone for arriving at the latter conclusion.]

[Still, the simmering bitterness in her voice can't be mistaken for anything but honest when she replies:]</sub>

It was too late for me to even want to save her.