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"Uh." Pine thought about it. "Dunno. Sometimes I go into really hard Dungeons, y'know, the ones that exist still. Or I relax and help out in Paradise and stuff. Even if they're weak, taking down some troublemakers is fine." Nanab nodded. "I remember what he said back against that Machine...

"It might be because making a human body isn't the same as making a Pokemon one," Nanab said. "After all, Voices of Life are technically... Pokemon-loyal, if that makes sense, y'know? They aren't affiliated with humans in the same way they are with Pokemon. That could be why." Pine nodded...

"Uh?" "Do you mean... can Voices of Life create human bodies so a Pokemon spirit can inhabit it, or something?" Nanab asked, tilting her head. "I never really thought of something like that before..."

"Mm... Dunno how it'll go," Pine said. "Bone's different, since she had to choose without totally knowing. Kinda the opposite of me, where I knew stuff but couldn't choose." "Soda..." Nanab frowned. "Sometimes, I wonder if Soda used to be like Pine, and... it just didn't work out for him. How...

Pine was holding Nanab a little tighter, and she gently curled around him. "Kinda sucks," he said. "I dunno how it even happened. Dunno even if it happened." "Pine..." "Mm..." Pine looked off. "Sorry. Just something I wonder, sometimes." Nanab sighed softly. "Pine... wonders if the reason he...

And there, for perhaps the briefest of moments, there was a hint of discomfort and hesitance. Pine opened his mouth, but no sound came, and he closed it, and Nanab seemed to have gone quiet, too. "My life as a human was alright," he said. "Nothing too crazy. Probably boring stuff to you. Humans...

"Yeah." Pine leaned back. As usual, his expression was inscrutable, but his body seemed more relaxed. By then, Nanab had returned. "Okay! I'm back," Nanab said, sighing in a satisfied way. She grinned. "What'd I miss?" "I told Brisa about my brain defect." "Ohh, don't call it that," Nanab...

Pine's eyes darted around the air just above Brisa. "Three seventy five. Seven fourteen. One fourteen. One eighty. Two forty six." Pine nodded, and one of his claws twitched in a curious way. "Guts. Charge. Thunder Fang. Facade. Electric Terrain... and a bunch of other weird names I dunno...

Pine paused, considering this. Then, he turned his head and looked at Brisa, perhaps considering something, perhaps looking at something that only he could 'see.' "Four hundred eighty," he said.

"Uhuh." Pine was still staring off into space, but a closer look would reveal that his eyes were trained on where Nanab was heading--one of the sites in paradise, inspecting a quarry in progress, it seemed. "She gets me. She gets a lot of the weird stuff I see."

"One then the other," Pine said simply. "I think I'm gonna die with her too."

"Uhuh." Pine watched her go, expressionless as always. Back to neutral. "Been together all my life here, pretty much. I think I've been here longer than I've been there."

"Yeah, a little. But I guess that's what happens when you're a strong dude in an era of peace. Or, you know, an era where you can't do a whole lot. Quiet life is fine, though." Idly, he ran his claws along Nanab's back, and she curled up, rubbing her head against his thigh. Someone called for...

"It's pretty good," Pine said. "It's wonderful!" Nanab replied with a cheerful roll so she could curl up against Pine. A little smile curled at the edge of his mouth. "Dark Matter was a real scare, and so was this Blacklight thing, but... I feel like things are going to be alright now that you...

"Ahh! Nothing like another afternoon in the sun, huh?" Nanab tried to absorb as much as she could, spreading her leafy hood to gather even more light into her body. "Yeah. The sun's nice." Pine stared up, then glanced at his finished plate of food, and then unceremoniously flopped onto his...

"Powerful Teleports leave behind small traces of energy, but not really where they went," Maple said. "One from a Mewtwo would definitely leave traces of energy. We didn't find any in the area. They might know this..." "Or something is keeping them from trying to Teleport," Cal theorized. "You...

"I don't know if speculating is going to help," Maple said. "In the end, Red is hostile. If that really is Red..." "It probably is," Pine said. "So, like, Red, Silver. Do color names kinda just follow heroes in human worlds or something? Does anybody ever catch onto that?" Cal tilted her head...

"Red..." Maple thought about it. "He doesn't always go by that name, but it often translates to something like it. A human with an incredible aura, overflowing with stoic kindness and power. Considered to be a living legend for how strong his affinity is toward Pokemon. I ran into a few of them...

"Uh..." Pine tapped his chin. "Well, he was riding on a Charizard. That's kinda why we assumed it was you guys, since Diyem likes being one or something." "You know, why is that?" Nanab asked. "Do you think maybe the human that defeated him was a Charmander?" "No, it'd be the partner," Pine...

"We could get him," Maple said, nodding. "Karat could also help us out. You never know. One Mewtwo may have an easier time detecting the other... Psychic resonance, maybe." She seemed uncertain, but they also had almost nothing else to go by. "There hasn't really been anything too crazy going...