"You're leaving me?!" Delia said, hurt. "Has all of this been some game to you"

"I can't stay, but Delia, you must know I did it all for you. *sigh* you deserve to know the truth." With a flash of brilliant light Mark made known his true form. I don't belong in your world Delia. I could have easily escaped on my own that day at the pokémon Center without anyone giving a second thought. I could've even wiped or altered your memories. But there was something about you that made me choose this much more complicated path and I'm glad I did. However, I can't express how sorry I am that I deceived you. our son will grow up to do great things not because of who his father is but because of the mother who will raise him. YOU have done great things I've seen it. If nothing else, you have helped me realize simple truths that, until I met you, would have thought were outright lies. Thank you, Delia. This doesn't change anything I've told you, and I only hope you'll forgive me.

Delia remained silent.

Please say something. I… I can't bear it. Be angry, but don't send me off without any closure.

"It was you that I saw in the forest near the lighthouse. I knew I recognized those eyes."

Heh, even now, you can't stay mad at a pokémon. Take care Delia. Until we meet again.

"So, we will meet again?"

Delia, in all my experience I've learned there are times where you must believe that with every fiber of your being. It will tear you apart if you don't. So, my answer is yes, we will meet again.

"I'll look forward to it. Mew."

I'm still Mark, Delia. I haven't changed, if anything you've changed me for the better, and that is who I want to continue to be. Now, I need to get going. And with that Mark teleported away, two plane tickets fluttering to the floor where he had been a moment earlier.

Ok the hardest part of this story was, by far, playing everything out so that mark didn't seem like a total jerk when he left. I am not sure if I succeeded, but I for one am satisfied with this ending. Then again this isn't really the ending, now is it? This is how the real story began. Which means we all know that an this type of closure was inevitable.