"Tziráchi?! The deity that protects the sick and children?!?!?!?! You met them?!?!?!?!?! And that's not even the best part?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?"
Odette stiffened, and she felt her fingers curl as her anger surged. “
Shush! Shut up, oh my gods!” she whisper-yelled. “
Are you fucking crazy? I’m trying—“
Wallace collapsed at that.
Odette stared at him. She wasn’t sure if she’d have had any less or more of a reaction if she were in a better state, but at this moment, all she could do was stare. She’d probably move to gag him otherwise.
“I promised Jirachi I’d keep the information she gave me between people I can trust. If you start yelling about whatever just happened and the undesireables hear you, I swear on my fucking
life…”
She pinched the bridge of her nose as her vision swam. Hm. Maybe she should have stayed in the infirmary.
"Wait, what?" Steven gaped at Odette. "Jirachi saved them? They're here? Safe? That's... That's incredible!"
"What of the others? Reena, Jenny, the rest--?"
He stopped himself when he saw Odette sway on her feet. Of course, she used her own energy to help Jirachi.
Odile narrowed her eyes at Steven. “̶
B̸i̸t̸c̵h̷ ̴d̵o̵n̸’̷t̴ ̶s̶t̵r̴i̶p̶ ̶u̸s̷ ̵o̴f̸ ̶t̵h̶e̵ ̸c̵r̴e̴d̵i̴t̷;̴ ̸J̴i̷r̴a̸c̶h̵i̶ ̷c̵o̴u̸l̵d̷n̷’̴t̶ ̵h̸a̸v̴e̵ ̸d̷o̷n̷e̷ ̸i̸t̴ ̵w̵i̶t̷h̶o̵u̷t̶ ̷t̷h̷e̵ ̷p̶o̶w̷e̸r̶ ̷o̸f̸ ̶o̶u̸r̸ ̸b̴o̸n̴d̶.̸ ̸S̴h̸e̶ ̸g̶o̵t̷ ̴u̵s̸ ̴i̶n̸ ̷a̵n̶d̶ ̸o̷u̴t̸ ̴w̶i̵t̷h̷o̵u̶t̵ ̷b̷e̷i̷n̵g̶ ̶s̸e̸e̷n̵ ̶b̶e̸c̸a̴u̸s̸e̵ ̴w̵e̴’̵r̴e̵ ̵t̶h̵a̷t̷ ̷s̴t̵r̸o̸n̶g̵.̵”̸ ̶“̵S̶h̴e̵ ̷w̸a̸s̸ ̶v̴e̸r̴y̸ ̶t̴i̷r̵e̵d̷ ̴a̷f̶t̴e̷r̷w̵a̵r̵d̴,̴ ̶t̶h̸o̴u̶g̵h̵.̴ ̴I̵t̴ ̵w̴a̷s̶ ̷h̷a̴r̴d̵.̵”̵
“The bond made it possible,” Odette agreed. “They were…very far away.” She frowned. “We could only get it to work on whoever I’d directly interacted with the most, and that was Mitch. Since I’d never met Reena or Franklin, I couldn’t—“
No. Do not feel bad about that. There was no reason to.
Jirachi trusted her. Enough to even try to save somebody. And they did.
“One is better than none. So let’s count that as a blessing, yeah? It’s a step in the right direction for getting the rest of them. Besides unconsciousness, they otherwise looked unhurt. That’s a good sign, and we’ll cling to that,” she said, sounding rather cross.
“And I have means to contact her again if we need to,” she said quietly.
"You should be resting too, recovering your strength. I fear we're closing in on a clash with this culprit, if Jenny's notes are any indication."
She rolled her eyes and took one more swig from her bottle. “I’ll live.” But…what had they found that made him sound so sure?
“Do you know who the culprit is? Jirachi told me their theory.” She cupped a hand over her mouth to muffle herself. “A myth. About a malicious entity called ‘The Golden One.’”
She recounted the myth Jirachi shared with her, as close to word-for-word as she could manage. Every now and then she’d look around to make sure nobody was listening.
“Again, I promised to keep this between people I trust. And if you’ve found information that begins to corroborate that…then we might be in a world of shit. Because whatever this thing is, it’s going after the strongest bonds. And we need those.”
It was there that Enora handed her her phone. She unlocked it, and through tired eyes, took a look at all the correspondence she’d missed.
“Mm,” she hummed. “Starting to look less and less like a theory, Jirachi…”
("I'm so sorry my Trainer is like this. I'm so, so sorry.")
Odette tried so hard to not let her disdain show. It couldn’t be helped Wallace was an anxious mess, but she didn’t want him to be the reason this information got to the wrong ears. Mitch would be up and walking sooner rather than later, of course, but until then, it didn’t need to be common knowledge that he was back yet. For his safety.
“It’s fine,” she grumbled reluctantly. No use in directing any annoyance at Victoria. She was just trying to keep things at bay. “Just keep it to yourself.”