I believe that I heard him wrong. I know that there has to be something that we can do, so I decide to talk to the mist about it. "Hold on, I'll try to get some answers." I close my eyes, and then wait a few seconds. I wait for what seems like a long time before the mist appears. I watch and then decide to voice my opinions. "Mist, I cannot figure this out. It's frustrating and scaring me, the thought of not being able to do anything to help the human race. I am a part of the human race now and I would do anything to help in this situation. Please help me if you know anything about this." I look down at my feet, and then feel myself breathing heavily. It's because I'm scared of what the mist will say, I already know that talking to the mist might not accomplish anything since last time the mist didn't have many answers. Before I can have my thoughts going wild again, the mist begins to speak.
"Oshawott, I'm not sure how to help because I am here to make sure that you are safe. Also, I want you to be able to help the human race, and I want the best for you. However, I unfortunately do not have any answers."
"Then how do you get the answers? You told me other things like how old I am and why I'm a human now! You apparently know some things, but you cannot tell me how to get rid of a simple illness? How the hell is this even possible?" I yell now because I am frustrated and cannot control my emotions any longer. It's so hard to control my mixed emotions, sometimes I feel happy to be with the people that mean so much to me, and then I feel scared and hopeless when I'm thinking about this disease. I look up angrily, because I am waiting for an answer, and I feel like I cannot wait. I just want some answers, and right now this all seems hopeless. Why am I wasting my time here? Why am I just not getting anywhere?
"I know answers because I am your conscience. Becoming human was new to you and you obviously needed some help getting adjusted. I want you to be happy Oshawott, and you must remember you are a sixteen year old boy but that doesn't mean you are a normal one. You are special, and I only know about you, I do not know much about this illness. Remember, I am your conscience, so you cannot expect me to know about anyone else but you and your friend Pikachu. This is your goal, and I wish I could help but I'm afraid I do not know anything about this." I open my eyes, and see Pikachu and Mike looking at me with concern. Before they can say anything, I feel myself almost bursting with frustration. Before I tell them what I heard from the mist, I let out a scream of anger and frustration and collapse to the floor.