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Silent Snow
I am like snow; I am silent. I am Articuno, ruler of ice.
Snow is not silent. Snow is quiet. Silence is the absence of noise. Snow has noise, it is not silent.
No, snow has no noise. Snow is not angry and jeering like Zapdos. It does not try to talk to me like Moltres. It is like me; it makes no noise.
You just cannot hear snow. Stuck in your bubble of ice, you choose to make everything quiet. Everything has noise—you just never hear them anymore.
I hear you. I hear Moltres and Zapdos. I want you all to be silent.
We are your conscious.
What does that mean?
No noise means no existence…
I'm alright with that.
No you're not.
Yes I am.
Be quiet.
Hypocrite! Bloody hypocrite!
No. Lower your voice. Be calm. Be quiet.
No! No, no, no!
Be quiet. You are not the ruler of silent; you are the ruler of ice. I can see the tears you cry. They have turned to ice, not silent.
Silent is not material.
Then why do you want it so badly?
It is all I have left. Why must you deny me it?
Those that live in silence do not live at all.
Stop philosophizing.
Only when you start listening.
I am listening. Stop philosophizing.
You would stop being so obtuse if you were listening.
What's that supposed to mean?
If you were truly listening to me, I wouldn't be speaking.
You make no sense!
Thus I shall continue to speak.
Leave me alone!
There's no need for that. Quiet, Articuno. Stay quiet.
Why aren't you quiet?
I am. But since I'm the only voice in your world, I am loud, to you.
There are Moltres and Zapdos, too…
They dare not intrude when you're speaking to me.
Who am I speaking to, then, who is powerful enough to ward off my brothers?
You are speaking to yourself.
No.
I have never gone away, because I am inside of you. I am you.
I am insane.
That is not of pressing importance yet.
Tell me why you said 'yet.'
I didn't say yet. You did.
There you go again. Not making sense.
We are one in the same. Whatever I say, you say.
Not making sense…
…Hello?
Hello?
You're not still there.
Good.
I am.
No!
Be quiet. Are you willing to listen to me, to yourself?
Let me understand you this time.
You will not like what you understand.
But if you are me, then if you know, I should too.
There. You are beginning to understand.
You lost me.
Open your eyes, Articuno.
Open them.
I do not see anything different.
It is because you are looking through a solid sheet of ice. Can you see the cracks in the ice? Can you tell how high the snow has piled up?
No…
Do you see yet?
I do not understand.
Look at the sky. Anything you recognize?
No. It looks white. It looks like the ground.
The ground is not white, the snow is.
Same thing. There is always snow, the ground is always white.
Don't believe that.
I don't need advice, least of all from myself!
Quiet Articuno. Stay quiet.
Articuno? Answer me.
If I do not answer you, then you will go away.
Zapdos and Moltres are waiting for you to stop speaking to me. Do you prefer them, or me?
I prefer…
You. But only because I do not know you as well as I know them.
Unfortunately.
Explain.
You forget so easily. If I am you, and you do not know me, then you do not know yourself.
You are not really me.
Keep thinking that, and you will be left to be insane on your own.
If you are me, then I already am.
No. If I stop talking, then you can be sure you are dead.
Let me die, then.
Who will control ice, then? The great Mew gave you that control because you were Ho-oh's daughter.
She made me weak.
Now you must explain.
Zapdos's electricity could make me collapse. Moltres could burn my feathers simply by touching me.
Your frosty breath could cripple both. But you gave that up. You're weak now. You want silence; you want death.
Let me die.
The world needs you.
The world will live.
Only if you do. Will you listen to me now?
Only if you have something important to say.
Silly chick. Of course it's important.
Then say it. Or be silent.
I will only say it when you are listening.
I am listening!
Stay quiet, Articuno. I will tell you. I have told you before. But I'll say it again:
Break out of your ice prison, take to the skies again. Let the world know who you are again; let it know that you are not just a myth who is slowly fading away. Live in a world that is accepting of noise as a part of life. Do not shun the natural occurrence of sound.
Understand me. Understand what I have to say.
Did you hear me, Articuno? Do you understand?
I-I…
You stammer. You hesitate. …You do not understand.