Pallet Town | Late Morning
Phobos wasn't left long dwelling on his melancholy thoughts. The conversation picked back up, regaining his attention.“I wouldn’t imagine any mainlanders would know what we are unless they spent time in Alola,”
Akamu says, leaving Phobos to wonder what the heck an “Alola” was, or for that matter, a mainlander. All of this new information and no real chance to process it all is leaving him feeling a little dispersed. Would they ever get an opportunity for some quiet reflection time? Probably not; it's a shame having to rush like this. He would like to have even a few minutes to mull over all this acquired knowledge.“Our region is an island chain far across the ocean. I’m a Rockruff and my brother here is a Mudbray. We’re pretty common back home though Kaleo a little less so. Happy to answer any questions though if you don’t mind a few of our own.”
Ah, then “Alola” must be this “island chain”, right? He has no idea what an island chain is, but from what Akamu said, they're open to further explanation to sort out all of the confusing stuff. Phobos has a million questions swirling through his misty form, most of them pertaining to their 'Alola' and about what they are (he's never heard of Rockruffs and Mudbrays before), but he's not sure what words to use. Things are awkward, considering how theyd snapped at each other before. His earlier animosity still stings, but even so, there's no reason to be mean, especially not to someone who apparently knew all about ghosts."I do have some, but first we need to take care of this,"
Isolde says, inadvertedly cutting off Phobos' attempt to satisfy some curiosity. There's a twinge of annoyance, but with Isolde's gesture, Phobos realizes she's talking about the human body. Yes, that's the entire reason a hole was dug...he's stupid. His dumb questions can wait. He's still unsure of this weird burying thing, but if that's what corporeal Pokemon do, then Phobos won't say anything. It's not like he knows an alternative, anyways..."That dead Pokemon was likely this human's companion, wasn't it?"
Is she talking about that creature he found inside the weird white room? The one without a head...as soon as Phobos thinks that, the macabre image pops up in his mind. He grimaces. In that object Oliver called a “photo”, those humans and their companions seemed happy; his own relationships were either horribly frightening, or with his parents, distant. It's alien, the idea of two creatures being so close that others would place them side by side even after death. That would never happen to him. He probably wouldn't leave behind anything to place somewhere."Before we finish this... There was one more body in there. If they were friends... It only makes sense to bury them together. I'll be right back."
As she flutters off, Phobos and Oliver are left with the new Pokemon, and yes, things are still awkward for him. It doesn't help that he's been thinking about serious topics, and not just now either; this entire day has been one chaotic incident after the next. They've offered to answer questions already, and as much as Phobos really wants to, the words aren't forming. He doesn't want to bumble saying a question and look dumb, either. Admittedly, floating around and saying nothing also
looks dumb. There's no winning!
Luckily for everyone involved (or maybe just himself), Oliver speaks up, and with a less depressing topic than death and burial. "My human r-really wanted to visit Alola someday. Is- is it really as pretty a-as in the pictures?"
Phobos is curious too. He knows nothing of Alola, and here he is, with two Pokemon straight from the very source. What luck! Phobos still doesn't really know what to say or ask, but he's more than happy to listen. Even though he'll likely never travel as far as he would like, it's fulfilling to learn about these different places and Pokemon. Too bad there aren't any other ghosts-friendly, of course.
Soon enough, Isolde returns with the gruesome body from before (discovered when Shadowmere still remained with them-the recollection casts a shadow over him). "I'm not sure what the customs here are, but friends were often buried together..."
Were they? Phobos wouldn't know. When he'd called Isolde his friend earlier, it'd been...spur-of-the-moment, as awful as it sounds. He doesn't know what friends are in anything but definition; his only company in his entire life had been his family up until yesterday. Could
Isolde and Oliver be considered his “friends”? What about Shadowmere? Why's he thinking such selfish thoughts right now? It isn't helping him, asking all of these mental questions and agonizing over every little thing; it's nothing but endless stress.
As much as Phobos is disconnected from the idea of a physical form (and customs), he can't see separating the Pokemon and the human as a good idea. They would want to be together, right? Like Isolde, he doesn't know anything about how things are done in this place, nor does he understand the ways of corporeal Pokemon.
(Same here with the dialogue thing, I'll edit it in when applicable ^^ also, sorry for the poor quality, I struggled with this....)