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"Hmm. At least I'll get to see how hard it is to bite. Then maybe once I get home I can bite it for real!"

"Memories back?" Cuicatl asked. "So you've lost them before?"

"Ooh! Let me come! I want to bite the big dragons!" Coco's tail was wagging along behind her, hunger temporarily forgotten. Food is temporary, bites are forever.

“I’d like to think so. I was practically raised by one…” She trailed off. It was rude only talking about herself and doing it kept her mind on her problems. “You were a Pokémon before, then. What world? One like mine or one more like this, without humans?”

She perked up. Big dragons! “How strong? Could I bite them?”

“Alola?” It was hard to remember human stuff sometimes. “I think it’s Alola. Ooh! Where are you from?”

“Some kind of challenge. Don’t know what a gym is, though.” Coco started looking around. It smelled like there was something good here. She was a very good girl so she wouldn’t kill it now. But she wanted to know where it was so she could kill it later.

“After all I’ve been through here, maybe I’m not. At home…” she sighed. He had a point, whether he’d intended to make it or not. “I guess I could become mentally stronger in time.”

“Some are.” She thought of her mother. Starr. All the other former humans on her team. “But I’m not. Physically or mentally.”

“But you’ll grow up someday,” Cuicatl reassured him. “I’ll still be… human. Weak in more ways than one.”

“It isn’t something humans can do. We need Pokémon for that.” Or planes, but she didn’t want to try and explain those to a charizard. “Come on, let’s get going” With the wind surrounding her, Cuicatl could almost feel at peace. Yet the sensation still tugged at something deep inside - that this...

“Oh! Yeah, my Mama. She’s on your team. The big dragon… hydragon?”

Yes! He finally complimented the teeth! “Very strong! I had just gotten my teeth a few weeks ago and already bit so many things!”

You nod, moving your jaws a little to give an even better view of your teeth. “Mitzcoco-something, but Mama calls me Coco.”

Coco wandered into the Plaza. There was always good food here. That’s what Mama says, anyway. You usually just crush and swallow it. Chewing and tasting is for herbivores. Mama… you said a lot of mean things to her. Things you still aren’t sure if you believe, but that you shouldn’t have said...

“I guess we could go flying,” Cuicatl said. “If you still can, what with not being a flying type?”

"Hmm." Yeah, that made sense. Never mind that it still felt a bit too close to death for her. "Want to do something together, then? Have any ideas?"

"Powerful might be a stretch. Languages don't bother me and I can pick up some stray thoughts. But I am a lot stronger than the average human." Cuicatl thought about arguing that nihilism was actually a pretty good response to the imminent loss of memory, but held her tongue. "What would you do...

"Never thought I'd go to the moon, much less see it," Cuicatl said. "Even if I had to fight there. And the storm..." {Lines of stone rocket up from the ground as you weave around them, draco meteor forming in your maw. Coco's biggest weakness is being grounded and reliant on bites and head...

"But you're still a fire-type, then?" And Cuicatl did know how awesome being a dragon was. Felt much better than being a tiny, fat human. Shame that was going to be taken away soon enough.