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Steven was only distantly aware that Odette had asked him a question. He didn't register what she said, but he shook his head "no." No usually got people to leave him be. He wanted to be left alone, left out of whatever they were yelling about. He wanted to disappear-- He tensed as his own...

Steven recoiled as if he'd been slapped, the water bottle still in his hands giving a horrid crunch as his grip clamped down around it. Think this was about him? Was it not him that chose to go to the arena at night? He was pretty sure it was. That made it his fault, by deductive reasoning...

Grimly, he thought to himself that it might already be too deep. But he nodded nonetheless. Aggron had already found him at the bottom of one hole. Maybe he'd do it again. He offered a weak smile back, musing that Odette would probably get along well with Glacia if they ever got the chance to...

Steven watched the trenchcoated trainer as he dragged himself over to the side of the building. Something about him reminded Steven of Sidney, and it wasn't just the swearing. He relaxed a bit more. "No, you're right," he said. "That's a fair assessment. Plenty of misunderstanding on both...

"Ah, no, not exactly," said Steven. "I may have caused more trouble than I thought with--" he gestured weakly to the arena and himself. "--all this." He glanced down at the Espeon that had sat itself directly on top of his shoes. "At this point, I'm not sure an apology is going to carry much...

Odette saw right through him, he knew that the second he opened his mouth. Steven braced for the inevitable scolding like Violet had given him, or maybe the crushing disappointment he'd seen in Hazel's eyes. But what he wasn't expecting was to be suddenly grabbed and whisked away to a nearby...

"Ah, yes, well," he began, scratching the side of his cheek, "if they do come across him, I'd appreciate it if they let me know. We kind of decided to each do our own thing this morn--" She cut off his half-hearted rambling. "Yes, that," he said, a tinge of nervousness creeping into his...

"A Banette?!" he said with a startled flinch before taking another breath to realize what she'd meant. "Ah, yes, sorry. Just... Give me a moment please." He closed his eyes and tried her suggestion. Breathe in, breathe out. One more time. He could feel his racing heart slow. Not enough...

Steven slowed to a brisk walk as he cleared the woods and emerged back in the village center. It wouldn't do him any good to keep running around like a maniac (though he was convinced one might be chasing him). That, and his exhaustion was beginning to catch up with him. He felt slightly dizzy...

Steven groaned as he came to, propping himself up on one arm, the other hand reaching up to massage his temple where a headache throbbed. When had he fallen? Was that why his head hurt so much? What happened? He tried to remember. Right, they'd come to the arena to investigate. They snuck...

The rest of the day passed by uneventfully. A good portion of it was spent chatting with Hayes at the dorms while their pokemon relaxed in the dappled sunlight of the garden. In the late afternoon, Steven excused himself, making up a story that he'd wanted to head to the Swap Shop after their...