They had been flying for some time, drifting over the skies in this sense of freedom Owen always enjoyed. The usually talkative Charizard had clearly been bothered by something, or was at least pensive about it, for him to be so quiet. So when Cuicatl finally started talking, he seemed almost startled, but then his eyes settled.
"...I get that," Owen admitted.
Then, as they flew, he spread his wings into a glide so he could keep over Cuicatl. He held out his hand and formed a shape of flames.
"I don't, either," he admitted.
The flames twisted into something resembling a body--a small Charmander with wide, bright eyes and a hint of fear. This Charmander was only a foot tall, truly tiny compared to Cuicatl.
"That's me," Owen said. "That's me back home."
More flames loomed above this Charmander with strings attached to the little one's arms and shoulders. They pulled and tugged, and the arms moved accordingly.
"That's what I'm going back to. I think... I think I understand that fear, at least a little."