Charon died. I'm surprised he lasted this long.
I was with you from the start: your first and most devoted employee. I dropped half of my net worth into starting this company because I believed in you. I even gave you full access to my trust fund.
As we expanded, I understood the need for more Commanders. I interviewed Jupiter and Mars, giving you my feedback shortly afterward. You concurred that they were suitable for what we needed, so we hired them. They are still loyal employees. One of Mars's daughters, Rhea, is actually interning in our R&D division this summer.
You hired Charon behind my back. If I'd been put in charge of interviewing that man, he never would have stepped foot in Team Galactic.
He was shady long before he came here. Some of the claims he made—such as discovering a rare species of Pokémon—were so preposterous and out there that I couldn't take half the things he blathered on about in any seriousness. He always struck me as the kind of blowhard who tried to make himself sound more important and accomplished than he actually was.
I had no time for that sort of nonsense. Actions spoke louder than words, and I selected the other two because their actions spoke for themselves.
You trusted Charon more than you trusted me. He knew what you planned to do at Spear Pillar. He knew what purpose Dialga and Palkia were truly meant to serve. You deliberately kept me in the dark. I think you even lied to Jupiter and Mars, but not him. Never him. He was in on your sick joke.
A part of me always suspected Charon had some kind of dirt on you. The way he addressed you was different. You were always Master Cyrus to us. He gave no such formality. Either he was overly arrogant and too cozy in his Commander position, or I wasn't seeing the entire picture.
Once you were gone, I asked Human Resources to show me the background check we did on Charon when he was first hired. No part of me wants to believe you read this and hired him anyway. I'll admit he was a gifted scientist, but this…did you even realize what he'd done in the past?
Charon only came back to Sinnoh because the heat was on in Kanto. International Police detectives were investigating several Silph Co. scientists, trying to find out who helped Team Rocket with their attempted takeover.
He was among them. You aided and abetted a known criminal. For all we know, he could have been an agent of Team Rocket. He was never a loyal employee, let alone your friend.
So no part of me is saddened to tell you that he passed.
He escaped from prison a grand total of three times; rather impressive, considering how old he was.
The first time was only a couple of years after the Stark Mountain fiasco. They'd placed him in Minimum Security due to his age, but he and a few other men escaped. Charon made it as far as Route 228, but the police caught up with him and dragged him back, kicking and screaming the entire way.
He even had the audacity to call my office, asking if Team Galactic could hire a lawyer on his behalf. He fed me some lie about a top secret project, but I didn't believe him. I encouraged the district attorney to recommend moving him to a Maximum Security facility. They didn't hesitate.
The second time, he slipped out during a power outage. It was a foreign nation and he ran into some difficulty navigating through it. Somebody recognized him from one of the Most Wanted posters printed in the Metro and called the authorities.
The third time, he didn't even make it outside of city limits. It wasn't the police who stopped him, but a stroke. A lifetime of stress and unhealthy habits finally caught up with him.
It's the only time I decided to visit. It's also the only time I gave him any money. In your will, you asked that your grandfather's medical bills be paid…but I only found after he was already dead. Considering how highly you seemed to think of Charon, I supposed you would want some of your money to go to his medical costs, too.
I was shocked by what I saw. He was so thin…
Half his body was twisted and gnarled into a permanent grimace, unable to move. His glasses were on the nightstand, but I could tell Charon recognized me. The one eye that still worked leered at me with hate. Even though he couldn't talk or move, I still saw that same bitter spirit burning in his eyes. He died thinking the whole world had wronged him.
But he donated his body to research; so maybe a part of him wished to contribute to a better world after all.