The feed switches on and the screen is focused on a mask. Actually the
remains of a mask. It's crumbling more and more every moment.
"Midori, is there going to be a training session where you
do not destroy my mask?"
The Green pokemon looks down at it's feet. Kikakusu is busy staring into the campfire. Wondering if it saw a ghost.
"Honesty. I do not think we need to go through this every time."
His Kakuna watches the two by Kikakusu's side.
( when the sorrow revivesCollapse )