And the disclaimer, me no own Pokemon.
I made wishes, once.
You know, when i was a child.
Hm? I'm still a child?
Heh, it would seem like that to you, wouldn't it?
I haven't been a child for a long time.
Anyway, my wishes.
I wished for a lot,yet not to much at all.
I wished I could be stronger.
what? You think I'm strong?
That's not true.
I'm very, very weak.
I don't know if I've ever been strong.
Hm? The island?
That's what broke me.
Am I scaring you?
Sorry, I don't mean to.
I guess I just want him.
Who? No one.
Not any more, at least.
I can still see you, you know.
I know your going for the door.
If you want to leave, then go.
No? Your staying? Ok.
You want me to talk about him? Why?
...I suppose.
Fine.
He was my protector,and I was his.
We hated the same thing, and we wanted the same end.
He was beautiful, too.
He had shinny gold eyes.
Hm? You still don't know?
Let me try to make this easier for you.
Golden eyes. Island. Dragon.
Ha! I can see it, you Know!
Your sorry? For what? Making me sad? Or for killing him?
I can see your flinch.
You regret nothing.
Filth.
I know why everyone needs to die.
You especially.
Oh? You think crying will help you?
You know what? I'm making another wish.
I hope you die.
I hope you burn in hell.
And I wish that my dragon will come back to me.
...no?
Then I'll have to go to him.
I knew that bringing that knife was a good idea.
Completed. By the way, this was Red talking to...yellow.
Gah! I hate her so much!