Part 8: The Bell
Chapter 61: Too Lucky
Episode TWO: Fractures and Tethers
Since there's a bit of downtime, and a lot of the characters were just met with a new antagonist that caught them off guard, we're gonna bounce around with perspectives and solve some personal problems. Started with Rinavay, now we're moving on.
I don't own Pokémon.
Jirachi
I was a ways off the ground. It didn't feel good in this place. Flight was supposed to feel invigorating! It was supposed to uplift the spirit and get'cha in a good frame of mind. Well nah-ah here. The closer I got to this super loud static sky, the more I wanted to hide under this tower's overhang, but there was already hardly enough room for anybody else. Pat was already sitting there, legs crossed over the edge of the tower, the giant golden bell at her back, notepad and pencil in hand. Her Willow-like friend Emelina wasn't as engaged in the notes as Pat was, instead distressed by all the melodrama. Her glow was much dimmer. She had more red than yellow about her, and that meant she was burning out. I felt it, too. Not burning out, but uuuh... going heavy? I didn't want things to get sad, but floating here with all this information to swallow was getting really weighty in my belly. I put my arms over it, hugging my inner eye.
"You're... writing this down?" Shaymin asked, his voice breaking, fearful. I watched him raise a front leg forward, like he wanted to protest to Pat's writing, flying right in front of her. I imagined her view of him was shut off by the notepad.
"What'd you expect? Patty writes everything down," Emelina answered for her. She was so bitter. "Good for her, too. The whole world needs to know what disgusting stuff your organization's done."
"Our... organization?" Shaymin lamented, his big, cute ears flopping down. "Th-that's not... No. I'm sorry. You're right. I-i-it's just, I worry for your sake that things could get so much worse!"
"Maybe you should stop her then," said another, sitting just on another edge of the bell tower. It was her – that skywisp lady, shiny and purple – and I think she owned a Symbi just like Pat. She was so gloomy, so aloof, her arms crossed, pretty long tail dangling off the side of the stone tower. "It won't reflect well on you if anyone finds out who told her all those things."
"Huh?" Pat chirped, lifting her head. As her face came up from behind the little book, she blinked, turned to Emelina, then found me hovering behind Shaymin. "Oh, what? Sorry, I wasn't quite... N-no, I was writing down my thoughts about this place. This would make for some truly awe-invoking imagery, right? Like a technological nightmare-scape of our own superimposed reality upon a familiar-... what?"
Everyone was staring at her – er, everyone except the skywisp.
"Prosy Patty," Emelina sighed. As she did, her body grew lighter, like Patty cheered her up. "You silly girl!"
"She's so relaxed," said the distanced skywisp. She turned her head a little bit, better throwing her voice to us. "Maybe it doesn't matter, Chevron. Delta Meadow's done."
"Chevron? You still think I'm Chevron?" Shaymin inquired, ears still down. His limbs were just dangling in mid-flight. "He made everyone here do horrible things, including you, Sam."
"You still think I'm Sam?" the skywisp answered back, mocking Shaymin's question.
"I-... I don't know." he said, to which the skywisp huffed. She got up and did a quick, quiet float around one of the overhang's support beams, asserting herself into the conversation.
"That's appropriate," she started. "Because one of the only things keeping me the tiniest distance from cutting all cords from Sam's brain is all that terrible stuff from Delta Meadow, whether or not he..."
She paused and watched my mudkip friend.
"...did them himself." she finished.
"Doctor O'Brien," Pat announced, fully retiring the notepad and pencil to her lap. That look in her purplish eyes... Pat was upset. Not angry, just upset. My chest was hurting. "Sam O'Brien?"
"I was honestly wondering if you remembered me, 'Cryhex'." she replied. My chest was burning.
"Don't call Pat that!" I blurted, arms out, all that heat and hurt in my tummy gone with the noise. Everyone looked at me. I hugged myself again. I didn't want the attention. It stung. It made me want to take my shiny yellow bands and cover my face with them.
"What do you know about Cryhex anyway? You were another 'experiment' altogether." the skywisp said to me. I looked away, watching all those people down there, a single branch from the trees dividing some humans from what looked like Rinavay and Rayse just... staring at each other. My heart didn't feel good when I saw that.
"An experiment with Patricia," Shaymin added. "But you know that story already. I'm sorry I took advantage of you two... But, look at it this way: Patricia was not only one, but two Delta Meadow experiments, and she's still alive and well to this day, and with her friends. Does that count for something?"
"Don't twist it like that! Let's not forget what you did to ME, buddy," Emelina growled, flames dancing on her head. Where Pat was upset, Emelina was properly angry. "Using me like that, in the cheapest, sickest ways – so inhuman that I could spit on it, lick up my spit, and spit on it again because that's how FREAKING gross it is. Eck..."
"I..." Shaymin faltered. I didn't know how to feel. I could empathize with Pat and Emelina, but Shaymin was a Champion. He was supposed to be like a brother to me. "I'm-..."
One set of arms tugged me in one direction, while another weaker force tried to pull me the other way, begging for companionship. For trust and love. For help. I watched Shaymin sulk. I thought he was gonna fall straight out of the air. I would'a caught him...
"I-I know it's no excuse, but I was told that... y-... We had to be sure," Shaymin babbled. He was so bad with this sorta thing. "That you weren't just a normal vulpix. In turn, it all led to Patricia's... episodic thing?"
Episodic thing, I wondered. Thing with episodes in it? Like a show? I looked up to the dynamic, buzzing sky. Like a television broadcast? Okay, obviously not, but Pat did have a crazy adventure.
"It's like..." Patricia broke the silence – well, er, broke the static. She observed one hand, opening and closing her fingers one at a time. "My memory splits in certain spots, and then fills in the blanks with pieces one side is missing with the other's piece. Time isn't a continuous stream in my memory. Things are choppy.
I remember being so inebriated when I saw you again, Emi," she continued. "We were taken away by the covert ops under Delta Meadow. Some time after that, everything was darker, and I was on the floor, but I could still see you standing there. You had a blindfold over your face. Then, without warning, you blew fire onto me. I didn't feel the heat. The next moment, all of my thoughts were systematic. They were numbers. Long strings of numbers. Millions. I could calculate anything with my brain, but it was limited to what someone told me to do. Someone like Sam. Objectives. Orders. Self-surveillance. Protocol. Databases upon databases. But then, Willow's memory fills those spots of intense... 'obedience', I suppose – where I was to carry out an order and nothing else. I remember a jar – being in that jar. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't escape. I saw Jirachi in the other one. I saw Doctor Young, too.
Back and forth, back and forth, and while the 'me' I am now can make sense of it, neither of the bodies that I had prior communicated with these memories. They weren't even aware of each other's existence. I'm not even quite sure how I 'purged' into the way I am now. It just felt right. The moment was perfect."
"S-s-so you... Uuuh, did you suffer, you know, when I...?" Emelina inched closer to her friend.
"I don't recall. It would be apt to say that I didn't suffer, in such a case." said Pat, but there was weakness to the way she said it. She hesitated, even if it was just a teensy bit. I didn't like looking into her mind, since it felt a little bit rude, but it seemed like she was lying. The drooping feeling in my gut told me the only reason she did that was to make Emi feel better. Her own Symbi.
Patty really did kind of split in two...
It's like me, but I have one more.
I have Zatch. He's all... broken.
"H-hey, Emelina, why did Chevron make you do that to Pat? I don't get it," I asked. I just wanted somebody to talk... Well, no, maybe I really did want to know. No one was answering just this moment, but I couldn't blame them. It was super sensitive. Burning your best friend alive sounded terrible and everything, but with Pokémon, there were some extra things that could get in the way. Like, uhm... "Wasn't Pat already a mudkip at that point? That's a water-type. And Emelina... burned her? With fire? I really don't understand the motive!"
"I've-"
"I—oh. Sorry," Emelina said over the skywisp, who did that cute (and kind of creepy) tongue-flick thing with her... uh, tongue, and just stared at Emelina with a shy smile. "You go ahead."
"Oh, no, that's my bad. You first." she replied.
"Sooo, like..." Emi began. "Mmmmaybe you guessed it by now, but I had Symbi Amaterasu when I was still a vulpix. She didn't ever appear looking the way I do right now. Instead, I only felt her at her strongest when I blew fire. It was amazing, thinking back on it! But, at the time, I was so scared of everything that my legs were shaking day and night, and I was just doing as I was told, otherwise everyone I loved was going to... well, gee, probably DIE, 'cause that's how tension works – thanks Delta Meadow jerks."
"I had a lot on my platter back then, er, as Chevron," Shaymin spoke up. "One of those things was to make sure you followed every command you got, and when you didn't, Doctor Kaiser got... w-well, let's just say there was a reason he wanted Cryhex to succeed: a powerful machine that would follow orders unconditionally, and the means in which he did just so happened to involve your best friend, Emelina."
"God, I could puke on that..." Emelina growled.
"Y-you did. You puked fire. A lot of it." Shaymin said.
"Um, that still doesn't answer my question," I flew forward, but only a tiny bit! I just wanted them to hear me out! "I don't understand Symbis all the way. They're like us Champions, aren't they? Okay, sure, that's something I can... sort of... understand. But, if you burned Pat alive with Amater—uh... w-with that Symbi, why'd she end up splitting in two like that? One Willow, and one Cryhex?"
"My turn," the skywisp Sam picked up, oddly confident. So much so that she pointed her own thumb at herself, looking all glorious and cool. "You deserve to know everything. Emelina, you won't like it, but you did burn your friend to a crisp. The body was recovered by a research team for a multifaceted project wherein Gamma-rich oxygen was extracted from a small chamber in the facility that contained a fragment of the meteorite.
That project was the groundwork for IMOs-HX-6-7: Jirachi and 'Willow', respectively. While we discovered Jirachi having inexplicably collapsed near the meteorite's container, fighting for survival, there was still no doubt that she was still very much alive. Patricia's vital signs, on the other hand, were gone, but the Gamma inside of her body was giving us mixed messages. Through derivatives of radioscopy, we saw that Pat's cell's were violently 'flickering' between colors, if only for milliseconds.
This is the same observation we made with Travis, or, well, Flicker.
Researchers decided to endow Patricia's corpse with Laza's Gamma. I remember Sam thinking the decision was reckless and... well, completely out of nowhere. Why, he wondered? What does that accomplish? I realize that's the point of science, but it felt baseless and barbaric to bathe a corpse in foreign particles. So, if that wasn't bad enough, Jirachi was given the same treatment. As a result, Patricia's body was reduced to a bright, purplish liquid. The liquid was isolated into two containers.
I'm sure you can guess where things went next."
"I was fluid?" Pat broke in. She didn't appear bothered by the idea, but I wouldn't have liked it so much. It seemed like it was really easy for things to hurt you or mess you up when you were liquid. But, uh, maybe the Crossblade was still worse. "I remember none of that."
"I wouldn't hold it against you," said the skywisp. "But yes. I, as Sam, was assigned several tasks regarding at least one of these containers of... you, Patricia. I'll be honest, I was fascinated with it, and I still am. After all, it did resurrect one of the facility's more diabolical experiments: cybertronics, and put me at the head. And, well, I use the word 'resurrect' with restraint from cringing.
Patricia, that liquid was still you. I was instructed to pour 'you' into the coolant system of a Pokémon boy, heavily outfitted with robotics inside and out to preserve his condition. It was another baseless decision from Doctor Kaiser."
"You... poured me into Cryhex?" Pat winced.
"That's right," she answered. "And the results were incredible. The Gamma coolant did more than it's intended purpose. It fueled you. It changed you – allowed you to cast these strange illusions that could fool another's cognition into thinking you'd adopted a different physique. Most of all, it altered the conscience of the boy before you. It changed your heart, and I—no, Sam, has shown plenty of intrigue with that sort of thing in the past. It became a personal matter for him. It was always that way, though. Always personal. He was controlled by it, literally and figuratively. It was like a curse. A sad, sad curse. Cryhex."
"Pbbth," Emi spat, visible red embers leaving her mouth. "A curse? Please. You're not the victim. You could've stopped at any time."
"Huh..." the skywisp sighed. "I don't have any willpower to argue with that."
"I was just coolant for a machine..." Pat sulked, then shook her head, took to her notebook again, and covered her face with its pages. "And a robotic slave for a corrupt organization."
"Well, whatever Patty, you still shined in the end! Remember when Nickadia and I got'cha back?! Oh my GOD that was the best! And then Rayse appeared and made Chevron into-..." Emelina stopped, as if to respect the mood a little bit more. No one was really receiving her enthusiasm very well, especially not Pat or Shaymin. I was still curious though.
"Uh, Sam?" I rang.
"I'm Fausti now, darling." she corrected me, offering a caring smile.
"Oh. Sorry, Fausti," I mumbled. "But does that mean the other container of Pat became Willow? How come she didn't remember who she was?"
"One of the hypotheses was that Gamma had already expended that perception of reality – er, according to Chevron," Shaymin added. "There was no 'Patricia' left to give anybody else. Cryhex had taken all of it. So, we were ultimately left with two girls of Gamma who had no idea what their purpose was. That was... when I stepped in. Wh-when Chevron did, I mean."
"I suppose so," Pat groaned, attention still glued to her book, but her writing hand was idle. "I still had little pockets of my memory from when I was Willow, but I couldn't be bothered to connect the dots. Jirachi was more important to me. She was my only friend in that mindset."
"Awh, Pat..." I called her. All of the sour coldness in my stomach went away when she said that. It welled up so much that it made me actually feel bad for a second, because I did say nasty things to her not long ago.
But still, this makes no sense at all, and I don't like that.
Even if it's confusing, I can still understand that, deep down, there's a part of Zatch in me. I hope it's the good part. It has to be! Otherwise, I wouldn't have felt that way about Zelda.
My evidence is in the Crossblade, and Rayse has the same evidence, too. Zatch is like an ingredient for us. He's an ingredient for that monster flower, too...
But no explanation is helping me understand Pat and her problem.
"It's too lucky," Fausti commented, with such forwardness that it startled me, brought me out of my thoughts and made me listen to hers. "Chevron had an obsession with Gamma ever since his first examination of the meteorite at Ridge Hospital. He'd turned into a Pokémon following the events of that night – the night it all started. Then, one day, he was just human again, with strange powers that let him pass through solid objects. It was like he already knew how to manipulate Gamma. On top of that, he desired a Symbi. I didn't know about this until much later, but I presume he'd wanted a Symbi long before I knew."
"He did, you're right." Shaymin confirmed. That gathered the attention of Fausti with a swift turn of her head. She was glaring him down.
"Shaymin," she said to him. "What happened?"
No answer. A great, rumbling boom came from somewhere in the sky, shaking the bell. It hummed, but it wasn't too loud. Its mallet didn't slam against the inside, just made it vibrate a little bit. I watched it, as the weird, hazy depiction of little black dots fuzzed up everything in front of me, but just for a sec! It was... so bizarre.
"Shaymin, we need to work together," Fausti continued. "You and I, Symbi and Champion, haven't taken over our hosts' memories of Delta Meadow. That's how important this is; but, even I don't know everything that you know. You were 'cured' by Kaiser. You were 'taught' how to use Gamma by Kaiser."
"I wasn't taught by him..." Shaymin looked away. His ears were all sad and droopy again. "It was like Winston's experiment with Nickolas Wright. The meteorite—it went inside of me."
A handful of 'what's came from everybody but myself. Pat and Emelina had the same curious way of saying it, while Fausti just said it out of skepticism.
"It was one of the original samples, before we started harvesting some of the others," he carried on. "It passed through my skin, then I woke up looking like this—errr, a mutant version of it. I stood on two legs, still had hands... It was like I hadn't fully changed.
I remember being angry, but only that. I think I remember a dark, smelly operating room. Kaiser was there. He was still human, too. He seemed different, though.
Then, after that, I think someone tried to get me out of there. I guess it didn't work out. I was laying on stone deep underground after that. I was also human again. Well, they called me a Scionic vampire."
"You purged. That's in the research notes; though, no operation was described," the skywisp mulled aloud. "Tell me more."
"There's a chance..." Shaymin took a defeated breath. "That Doctor Kaiser knew all along about the 'powers' certain people would be getting from Gamma. I mean, it's like you say, Fausti! Some of his decisions were baseless. Too lucky. I-it didn't even seem like science anymore."
"Hmmm, he did become Mew, and Mew is like the first of all psychic-types, but he's not a Champion..." I murmured, even though I was sure nothing I could say could help.
"The first... A Champion..." Shaymin mumbled.
"So waiwaiwaaaaait a segundo!" Emelina fired up again. "If this guy KNEW what crazy stuff we'd end up with, did he know I was gonna have a Symbi? Is that why he made me blow fire at people?"
"That..." Fausti's eyes went still as she rubbed her head in both hands. "Subject McNeil... Travis, who transformed into a Symbi-wielding creature, and DT-HX-2, who remained a Scionic vampire... I had thought Death Knell's irregularities stemmed from an encounter with Katalyn Valentine, but a report did suggest Death Knell had been immolated by a subject upon being transferred to Delta Meadow. Both of them ended up with Symbis, yes – Susano'o and Orochi. Incidentally, Amaterasu is the 'mother' Symbi to them, and Emelina wielded her."
"Sooo I can give people magic powers?" asked Emelina.
"Maybe that explains Patricia becoming Willow," Fausti nodded. "But Amaterasu passes down her children Symbis – it's a unique trait that she has once the wielders of Susano'o and Orochi perish. They come back to her – back to the 'mother fire'. Once she has given the fire to the recipients, her power changes. I assume that power is what allowed Patricia to persist as Willow, and on top of that, Gamma allowed Patricia to persist as Cryhex."
"A double-whammy," Emelina said. I didn't know what that meant though. "I mean, uhh, I did DIE, and then I became Emiterasu. Is that a coinkidink?
"No; Symbi wielders who die generally take on the role of their Symbi," Fausti clarified. "But all Symbis are different in some way. Some are like me in that they just take control of the host. Amaterasu is a very special case. Normally, the new Symbi, or the now deceased host, would go to a strange, dream-like place wherein their next host would be selected. They could only approve or disapprove of this host. That's all the cognition a former host has in this state.
Amaterasu, however, is an exclusive 'place' for the roles of Susano'o and Orochi to subsist until their fire is given to the next host. This doesn't apply for Amaterasu herself. Her host, like most other Symbis' hosts, goes to the same place when killed, transforms into Amaterasu, and is given a new wielder.
She's one of the oldest Symbis. She's modeled after the Crossblade very closely, and it shows. Three Symbis in one..."
"I'm assuming you know all of this because you are a Symbi, familiar with Symbi, mm, culture." Pat said.
"Ohoho, culture?" Fausti mused. "That's very flattering of you to say, but it's more 'rules' than culture. Still, you aren't wrong. I am a source of all kinds of forbidden knowledge."
"Like, what does this all mean for us? Is Patty gonna turn into me when I die and I'll just disappear—like, poof forever?" Emelina asked, incredulous.
"It's certain that Patricia will take on the role of Amaterasu," Fausti answered. "But even I'm not too sure where the previous will power of Amaterasu goes. I'd like to comfort you, but I know you'd like to hear the truth, and it's simply that I don't really know, darling.
However, let's get back to the matter of Doctor Kaiser. Now, based on everything I've just told you, isn't it, oh, only wildly suspicious that Kaiser not only knows what powers certain people get, but knows how to manipulate them? After all, Amaterasu is a very, very old Symbi with convoluted history; yet, he used her like any old toy. He even gave Susano'o to Travis. Hardly an accident. Hardly..."
"Flicker, right?" Emelina asked. "Young told us. I guess, er, just me."
"No, I recall," Pat disagreed. "Even if I was Cryhex at the time. Fausti, if you knew so much about Amaterasu, could you not have inferred this to be the result the whole time? That, because of the whereabouts of these other Symbis, you would have caught on that Kaiser knew how to manipulate this side of Gamma?"
"A healthy suspicion," Fausti commended. "But I'd only become Fausti recently – about as recently as when the day and night cycle froze. Mind you, I've had many concerns for other things, like Sam's family – my... family."
"But you said you took over Sam..." I reminded her.
"I did. But, Jirachi," she watched me closely. She batted her eyes to the ground real quick, then gave me the wryest smile her face could make. "If you met the mother of your human self, how would you feel? If she knew it was you and took you into her arms, well... You know what's happening here on this planet. You know that humans are turning into Pokémon and Hypereals, losing their personalities. You could put it together, dear. You're smart enough. You would know that was your mother."
She spoke so softly, as if to touch a deeper part of me that I wasn't ready to let show. She was making me sad, but it was a good sad. It still made me want to cry. My face was feeling heavy. I was frowning, and my eyes were getting watery. Mom, I thought. I did have a mom as a human. A dad, too. I loved them – I did! But would I really recognize them if I saw them as Pokémon?
"Or maybe you have siblings," she said. That did it. My eyes flooded over. Right away, I put my arm over my face and wiped, then sniffed. "Oh, I'm sorry, darling – don't cry. I just..."
I didn't want her to be sorry. She was right. I couldn't see the face she was making right now, since it was all dark with my arm here, but I'd liked to think she wasn't smiling wryly anymore. She made her point, and it was a good point that I liked a lot. I wanted her to be happy she made it. It was so right. I had siblings: Zelda and Zack. Even better now, I had the Champions. They were like my siblings, too. I sniffed again.
"Sam—Fausti..." Shaymin said. He sounded sad again. He was always moping. "You know the things I've done. I put my own sister and brother-in-law into that mix of liquid Gamma. I tortured my own son. I was horrible to you... I don't think I should even apologize, because that's an apology from Chevron. Chevron doesn't deserve to be remembered through anything."
"There's hardly anyone left to apologize to," said the skywisp. "I suppose you could apologize to me, but you have already, so... Let's not do that. If you find the compulsion to apologize to anybody, do so to Cruce. After all, Chevron's responsible for every family member around him, be it death or torture.
Here I am, awash with sentiment for my kin. Strange to think that a man like Chevron could be my son."
I wiped my eyes decisively, finding the space between Shaymin and Fausti the moment I let my arm down. These people, I thought. They were family, but now they were worlds apart, and it was because of Gamma. I couldn't imagine if Zelda or Zack ended up becoming a Symbi that could talk to me just like Fausti. We wouldn't recognize each other at all. I wouldn't know that my own brother or sister would be right there in front of me. Yet, a total stranger could turn into my brother or sister; a Champion.
Despite what I went through at Delta Meadow, I was still lucky to have Pat by me. That mattered more. The value of family was super important, but what mattered more was that you had somebody who cared about you, and the other way around, too. Pat never turned her back on me, but I almost turned mine on her. She was still here, knowing it would've put her in danger. She even followed Rayse and I into a Flux-infested wasteland. I looked at her, her legs just hanging there, Emelina by her side, quietly watching her write. I never read anything Pat wrote. I thought it was like her diary, but maybe I was wrong. Did she write anything about me in there?
"I could be wrong about you Champions," I heard Fausti say. She was talking to me. "Not only do some of you seem to have the Crossblade, but I wouldn't think such a sweet girl like Jirachi would associate herself with them if they were bad."
"They aren't bad," I said, mostly out of compulsion. Arms out, I brought myself through the air, now hovering in front of Fausti. "I promise, they're not bad Pokémon. I chose to be with them, because I believed in them. I believed they could help our kind. They could grant us all the wish of a happy future!"
I stopped myself, feeling my mouth hang open. I was excited to defend them. Just some days ago, before the sky went red, I wouldn't have known much about the Champions, but now I was beginning to remember. Maybe because of that, I was excited to speak on their behalf. Images flooded my memory, from Rayse's shows to Secany's acting performances on stage, Tempyae's dances and the strength Rinavay showed to protect his friends. They gathered Pokémon like Diancie, Shaymin, Victini, and myself, because they gave us hope, so we gave them our power. In turn, I ended up caring for them like they were a family, but...
Didn't something go seriously wrong?
Not a couple seconds after my outburst, I withdrew my gaze from Fausti and panned over the ground, where Pokémon and humans were probably having conversations like ours. I found Rinavay and Rayse again, but they were laughing with each other. Rayse was standing next to Rinavay. They were so happy. Even Diancie was laughing with them! The same warmth that Pat made me feel returned to my belly. I wanted to hug something!
"If you feel that way," Fausti started. "Then maybe I should give you guys a chance."
All I could do was smile and nod, before that drive to give a big hug overcame me. What was perfect was that Pat just put her pencil and book down on the ledge beside her. As soon as I noticed this, I flung myself into her. I made sure to stay in flight so all my weight didn't hurl her backwards. As soon as I hit a bright blue tummy, I opened my arms wide and thrust my face into one of her shoulders, careful that the star on my head didn't poke her in the face. She was so cozy and soft, and she responded with a friendly laugh, then threw her arms around me, too, crossing my yellow ribbons. I felt them trickle over her tail fin. She squeezed kind of hard, so I let all my weight sink into her lap and chest.
Pokémon and humans belong together, even if we end up turning them into us. That just means they're meant to share a world with us, too!
I want to be a better Champion. I was only valued because I was the mythical Jirachi – er, one of them, anyway. I want things between Pokémon and humans to be okay. We've been given a chance to have a future together. Even if we can never go back to our home world, we can continue our lives here. Even if my human mind has gone away, I know I couldn't forget my human family. If I do, Rayse can help me! After all, she's me, too~! So weird...!
It doesn't matter what we are. We're gonna be together.
But we gotta get home first, and when we do, I think Mew will be waiting for us there.
There must be good in him somewhere. We can find it...
To Be Continued...
