Assumption nodded. He was beginning to understand that Walter had hurt Henry. He knew Walter had been hurting too but he was starting to understand that everyone had been hurt and in pain, and it had become something vicious and ugly that spilled over even when Walter came here. He glanced over to Walter and lowered his voice, as if Walter would somehow hear them.

"I'm worried about him. He still hurts himself but...he uses a knife now, Warden. His arms are all cut up." Assumption admitted sadly.


Walter's answer was quiet and soft. "I want them to be happy. The Pokemon I have." His eyes drifted from Assumption to Eileen, squeezing her paw. "They...they look after me. And they try to make me happy. And protect me, even though they shouldn't have. We both know Henry was right to do what he did, Heather." He added, before she could interrupt about how a Pokemon should protect it's trainer. This was more than that. Henry had a duty to kill him.

His next words were almost a whisper. "I'm not...happy, with what happened before. I can't change that. It was unavoidable. And I don't want to be... that, here." He didn't like what he became. He didn't like certain things he had done. And he was worried and afraid because he couldn't stop fate, his fate was still carved into his skin, and Valtiel was waiting.