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Nate tried not to stare while the zweilous picked up her comatose head and settled it on her back. Not that it would have mattered if he stared because, you know, blind. Fuck. That really wasn't what he needed to be focusing on right now. That really-- "Uh!" He started when the zweilous spoke...

"Oh, shit, yeah, hydreigon are fucking awesome," Nate said wistfully. "Wish I could have seen one in person sometime, but obviously you don't get none in Kanto very--" He was interrupted by the thud of the shade-stone when it fell from the deino's mouth. She was glowing. And growing. Fucking...

"Holy shit, a psychic? Like, a real psychic, can move stuff with your mind and shit? Like Sabrina?" Sabrina... was fucking creepy. So he very much hoped not. "Well, I guess if you're used to sharing brains, you're all ready to evolve into zweilous, right? That's gotta be pretty badass." Well...

Right. Blind. Jesus, he was an asshole. "Uh, yeah," Nate said. "I dunno about ghosts, but the shades seem to like them pretty well. But you've gotta watch out, they set up some kind of psychic link to you, and once they do you can't get rid of them. Not a good idea if you're going to be weirded...

Familiars? Nate thought the deino'd been asking him if he had fucking cancer or some shit. "Familiar" didn't ring any fucking bells, either. But maybe she meant shades? They were kind of like that. Psychic bond and all. Wait, yeah, he had picked up some extra shade-stones, hadn't he? Nate...

Kwee-what? Now that he'd had a moment to calm down a bit, Nate thought he recognized her, at least. Deino, yeah. He'd seen her around now and again. Pretty quiet one. And if she was as lucky as some of their other teammates, she'd probably be evolving soon. Being blind had to suck, but if you...

Nate jumped and slammed the refrigerator shut. Goddammit, this is what he got for not cutting out when he had the chance. Guess people were coming back from the party already. "Who the fuck wants to know?" he asked. Hopefully not the rightful owner of the pizza he'd been eating.

After leaving Silver to his books, Nate had every intention of getting the hell out of the guild before things started, well, poppin' around here again. (Fucking hell, the place was even starting to turn him stupid.) Hustling down the large, quiet corridors, though, he started to reconsider...