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[singularjustice]

[ If anyone is looking for N, he will not be easy to find. His Pokemon seem to be missing too, though his name still registers on the SFC. However, he does not seem to be answering messages, though one is free to leave one and try their luck.

He does, however, send out short messages to anyone he has made plans to meet with this week, leaving them a short message that simply says: I need to cancel this week. Sorry. ]


[Private Text to Red]
I'm sorry I upset you.

But I can't be sorry for fighting Silver. I'll leave him alone now. He's got his choices, and I said what I wanted to say.

But I couldn't just let him go like that. Let him take Feraligatr back and think he had won, that everything was going to be okay the way it was. Maybe it's not important to anyone else, what a trainer does to his Pokemon. Maybe to everyone else the rights of a human is more important. But not to me.

Green's right. I don't deserve you. I'm not like other people and I'm never going to be. This just proves it.

[ The message ends there, and then, a few minutes later: ]

Go to the Clinic if you're still feeling bad. And get some sleep.

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[flyingdreams]

That's not how that works, sweetie.

[Giggle giggle.]

It was backwards for me, too. It doesn't matter what order you start in. You just can't forget to keep learning.

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

[ The giggling...N does not like being laughed at. If he had ears like his Purrloin, they would be flat against his head now. Instead he just curls up tighter, his tone a little harder. ]

I haven't forgotten.

[flyingdreams]

[Oh, N. She isn't laughing at you at all. Seeing him withdraw simply makes her sigh.]

How long are you going to stay in here, N?

[singularjustice.livejournal.com]

As long as I need.

[flyingdreams]

...Just remember, there are people out there that are waiting for you to come home. That need you to come home.

[She glances at the pokemon, almost as if to ask if she should stay, but carefully climbs down.]

I also have someone waiting for me to go home. And that... is me. Because even if my children aren't here for me to take care of, I have myself to take care of.

[With that hint, that little key, left behind, she dashes for the wall, returning home and leaving N to think.]