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"That's a great idea!" Seyka smiled brightly. "Although, I suppose it should be your call. If I decided how I wanted to have fun now, I'd probably do something silly since I wouldn't remember and would never face consequences for it." He turned to Nate. "I would say I've done nothing but enjoy...

"His soul?" Seyka was quiet. "It's- well... I guess I know where it is. But talking to it probably wouldn't work." The Skarmory seemed to be in thought. "Well, maybe. But it's only one part of it." "And it's not like I have anything I can say to him," Seyka added, "We couldn't stick together...

"Oh he's not that mysterious," Seyka said happily, "He abandoned me and Inno after our father died. So much for a reliable older brother huh?" Seyka's expression darkened for a second before he turned away for a moment. Looking back at the two, his face was blank. "If anything, I hate him more...

"Before that?" Seyka frowned. "Before then..." "Ahahah, I don't remember," Seyka said, shrugging, "My father died when I was young. After that? I just don't know! I guess it wasn't important." "As for my other brother- he was a, err, well, not a bird. I don't know the name of his species."...

"Mmm, I wonder," Seyka murmured quietly, "If I killed Inno, then I think I would just keep going. Otherwise, what else would I do?" Seyka laughed. "I guess that's another reason not to kill him, my life would be the same either way!" Seyka made a face. "As for Inno- the other Inno, I guess...

"That's just how he is sometimes," Seyka replied. "When he's nice, I love him, and when he's mean, I hate him. Sometimes I've imagined killing him, but other times I don't, so it balances itself out." "As for the other Inno." The Skarmory looked thoughtful. "I think he's kind of what I wish my...

Seyka nodded. "He's Inno, an Archeops. He's like my brother, but... but kind of different I guess. He doesn't yell as much." "You could probably convince him to hang out with you though. I don't think he does anything else around here."

"I can try," Seyka said lightly, "But it's not a good look when your sidekick has killed more than you have. It might undermine pokemon's confidence in your ability to be evil." "Albeit- I'm not going to be around here for that much longer, so you might have to ask someone else. I don't know...

"Along those lines, more or less," Seyka replied, "You could say lively too." He perked up. "You could probably do that with that laser. Why don't you shoot it at the moon? It's already been messed up a bit, and if you accidentally destroy it, someone can just make a new one. If Chip can make a...

"Well, it's a matter of scale," Seyka said, nodding at Rocky. "Two billion is a lot, but if you're quantifying it, it's harder to see you as super evil compared to like a big storm." "Generally speaking," Seyka continued, "When a name becomes a number, then its meaning is lost. At least based...

Seyka looked past Nate at nothing, expressionless. "If only. The distinction mattered to me. Once." He smiled. "But that was then, and the past is the past. I think I cried enough, you know?" "If you want to make a story about yourself, then you would want to do something crazy!" Seyka said to...

"Good or bad is irrelevant," Seyka said. "It's not really a break so much as it is a pivot, if brief. Something to pass the time." The Skarmory looked thoughtful. "If I did remember this whole thing when I went back... well, I don't think it would make a difference. I'd keep doing what I...

"Well, there's really nothing else to do," Seyka said matter-of-factly. "Since our dad died and Mar... err, that's- I mean... there's nothing left for me to worry about. I guess if you want to put it one way, I let Inno do all the thinking. That doesn't mean I don't think! I just don't think...

“I don’t know,” Seyka admitted. “I just do what my brother tells me to. There is a ritual or whatever, but after saying it for over a hundred years, I kind of tune it out.” “I still don’t really get the legends here,” the Skarmory continued. “Legends are like stories right? But they’re right...

“Back home?” Seyka thought about it for a moment. “I help my brother with a... group, you might say. We pretend to honor a made up god and sometimes we sacrifice Pokémon to them.” The Skarmory made a face. “He says it’s good for morale. I wouldn’t know either way.” He shrugged. “I don’t think...

“It won’t really matter if I regret it now,” Seyka said, shrugging, “I’ll go home, wake up as if nothing happened, and maybe kill someone. If I remember this later, then I will. Just another year of years.” The Skarmory tilted his head. “You’ll go back too. Maybe you feel differently, and you...

“Maybe,” Seyka replied, “I might just do nothing. Who knows what might happen.” The Skarmory looked at Nate. “It has been awhile. Not too much has happened in between though, so it doesn’t feel much different.”

The Skarmory was staring idly at the sand when he heard Rocky’s shouts. He turned towards the shade and waved back. “Hi,” he shouted back. “Enjoying the sand?”

"Personally, I don't feel like my armor makes me warmer or colder. If I had to think of a word... maybe emptier?" Seyka smiled. "Just kidding. Thanks for the offer, though I think I'll be fine. After all, there's no consequence for failure." The Skarmory waved. "Until later then, Nate!"...

"I think so. If you have more engaging things to attend to, I won't blame you for leaving." "But- thank you for indulging me a little, it's not something I get to do often." Something crossed the Skarmory's face. "I don't believe I mentioned it, but I'm Seyka. Maybe you heard it from someone...