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“Oh, shit.” Wes couldn’t help but laugh, too. “I hope you got an opportunity to burn it afterwards.” “Ha, yeah, we at least have that. Well, only in Phenac, but it counts. It’s a bit of a luxury though. I’ve only seen one once, some dumb action movie when I was a kid, and that was only because...

“Well said. Though, take it from me, criminal organizations can get away with a lot of shit, too.” He paused. Had he said too much there? …No, he could trust Gladion. “And you couldn’t get me to wear a suit if you paid me.” It suddenly occurred to him just how much time had passed while they’d...

…huh. Well, that sounded…hm. “I can’t decide whether that sounds like a brilliant system or a horrible one designed to screw you over,” Wes said. Then he grinned. “My instinct says it’s the latter, but that’s probably just my Orrean roots showing. Figures.” He snorted at Gladion’s last comment...

Wes choked out another laugh, though he was shaking his head. “Oh, gods. I don’t know what’s worse—that joke or the fact that there’s no way in hell Orre has whatever life insurance is. Then again, Orre doesn’t have a lot of things most regions do. Probably.” Novo blinked and trilled softly...

Dammit, now he’d just made the kid feel awkward. Wes was about to apologize when he heard the last sentence—and before he could help himself, he was laughing. “S-sorry, sorry, it’s just—oh, gods. I’ve never heard someone call Orre nice before.” He laughed again and shook his head. “It’s fine...

Ah, Wes had wondered if any of that had played a role in Gladion cutting ties. Though it certainly sounded like there were a lot more reasons than just his gender identity. “Sounds like you made the right choice, then. In leaving, I mean. You actually have the freedom to be yourself now.” …Do...

Wes actually laughed at that. “That was sappy.” He allowed himself a small smile and glanced at his Pokémon. “You’re not wrong about that, though. Without those two, I would be…a very different person.” An island! Neo’s eyes lit up. Is your island sneaky too, like this one? I thought this...

Damn. Wes had expected about as much, but it was still quite the story. “Sorry to hear that,” he said with a small shake of his head. “I hope things go well with your sister, whenever that happens.” Not that he could relate. He didn’t have the faintest idea what it was like to have a sibling...

Wes scoffed. “Sounds an awful lot like a prison, if you ask me.” He looked Gladion up and down again. So, he’d abandoned his old life and “home,” too, and lived on his own for some time…that would explain his tattered clothing, not unlike Wes’ own wardrobe, though admittedly Gladion had far more...

“Nice job,” Wes said with a wicked grin. He meant it, too. “What do you mean about a boat, though? Was this on island or something?” Wes swore quietly under his breath, at a loss for anything else to say. “Gods, that’s—what were they trying to accomplish there? Holy hell.” He looked at Hazel...

Well, shit. Wes didn’t like the sound of that at all. The brief chill he felt at the word “canceled” quickly faded as the rest of Gladion’s words sank in, and he found himself grinning. “So you took her and ran.” Damn, they had more in common than he’d even realized. “Amazing. Please tell me...

Created. The word made the hair on the back of Wes’ neck stand up. Choosing his words carefully, he said, “What exactly do you mean by…created?” He tried to shake the sense of foreboding, but now he couldn’t shake the thought of this Pokémon in a lab, being patched together piece by piece...

Wes couldn’t help but flinch just a little when Hazel came into view. He trusted Gladion’s word that she was gentle, and her body language was nothing but playful, but he still hadn’t been prepared for her to come gamboling in in such a fashion. She skidded to a halt in front of him and his...

After a day of no disappearances, Wes had almost allowed himself a tiny ray of hope that maybe—just maybe—the kidnapper was having second thoughts. Or maybe they had grown intimidated as everyone on the island grew more tense and vigilant. He knew it had been a foolish thing to hope for, but he...