"Mr. Fuji? How come you started Pokémon House?" a girl asks, patting Psyduck on the head. "Was it because you really love pokémon?"
The others turn curiously, expressions filled with childlike trust. Fuji's breath catches, uncertain of what to say, what they could hope to understand.
Because of terrible truths, learned far too late?
Because I was no better than Team Rocket, once?
Because, long ago, I tore a baby like Cubone from its mother, and it became a monster under my hands?
"...To show lost creatures kindness," Fuji sighs, praying Mewtwo lives long enough not to haunt him.