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Dill only nodded and waved, offering one more awful crocodile smile before climbing back onto Buffet.

Dill sniffed, scratching at the fins on his back. “Don’t mention it. You’re lucky to have Sal, I’ll tell you that,” he said.

"...I understand. I wanna go home, too. But... you're a good Pokemon, I'm sure. You'll find a way. Just do what your gut says is right, a-and maybe you'll find your way home. I don't know how this human thing works exactly, but different universe, different rules, right?" Dill tried. He didn't...

"I... y-yeah. What she said," Dill nodded. On the contrary, he had no idea what he was doing. Rye was something, but this... a human... Best he could do is try to pat Gen with an enormous hand, trying to calm his tears with quiet shhhs while the others did the talking for his big idiot maw.

Dill stumbled a bit. A human? Like... like Grandmaster Lucario? Like Lee the Lightbringer? This Oshawott...? The Feraligatr didn't know what to think. What had gone wrong in Sal's world to warrant him? How long had be been lying to Sal? This Gen character was... well. Yet as he looked down at...

Dill's tail flicked. He hadn't signed up for this, but... he was naturally curious, nevertheless. Something was up, he knew that much. He remained silent, watching Saltriv and Gen awkwardly.

“Yeah, we’re a whole thing. Sal’s great, though, you’re… you alright?” Dill asked, turning his attention to the house. This… looked strangely like the ruins they’d find around Mount Twist. But that didn’t make sense… why would an Oshawott be hanging around a human dwelling?

Dill couldn't help but smile a bit as he kept watching this stranger.

"What is this place? Is... is that him?" Dill whispered, the hulking crocodile peering down curiously at the Oshawott.

Dill didn't dare ask what would happen should he wander off.

Dill flinched, tearing his eyes from the surreal scene around him to look back at Saltriv. "Yeah. Hope he doesn't mind us coming with," the Feraligatr said, tail flicking nervously. "Heh, never even made it a mile from Twistfoot Town back home, and here I am... wherever. I don't know, it's...