Lesson 23: One hundred suns until we part
"Sorry you guys got hurt." My eyes welled up against my will and I sagged down on the humid grass, shoulders hunched.
They were my Pokémon, one of them all bruised up staring at me as if I had grown a second head, the other barely conscious clutching my arm with sharp claws.
My Pokémon, friends who trusted me to keep them save, happy and healthy, got hurt in return.
"Marron y-you could have broken something, and Cheshire when you d-disappeared. I didn't protect you. Screwed up big time. I don't agree with the things Team Plasma says about other trainers but… it applies to someone like me." I said with a finality to my words that made Marron and Cheshire cringe.
Sharp fangs pierced my wristband and pressed against my skin without hurting me, it was the feline's way of expressing his disapproval in an oddly tender way.
A slender vine whip readjusted my askew cap and dried the salty trails lingering on my cheeks, the grass type released a hiss of disapproval when fresh tears undid his efforts.
My line of sight became filled with black and white stripes when Blitzle rested her heavy head on my shoulder, and I whispered a heartfelt "Thank you" towards the small equine who sent me a soft jolt of electricity in return.
Blitzle didn't grasp the majority of the girl's sorrow but recognized regret and gratitude when she saw it. The emotion was present in tearful cerulean, oddly shining maroon and overflowing emerald.