Viridian City | Morning | 57"You can watch it. Don't expect me to. If it even still works"
Roark doesn't blame him, not even a little. He would never ask Zapdos to rewatch that; it sounds fucking horrific. He
doesn't even want to look at it... but...
Well, it's not like he has much of a choice if he wants to find any clue he can. Frankly, the PC--assuming what Zapdos was talking about was a laptop computer or any computer at all, which is likely--is his best bet of finding anything at all.
It wasn't long before Zapdos halted and nodded to a computer. Ah. So he was right. "This is it."
He nods to the thing and then moves back, as if getting ready to flee before Roark can start it up and the horrid images could plague him once more. "I might try to destroy it again, so... I'll stay away." "Okay,"
the human gives him a nod. "Stay close? I'll come find you when I'm done watching it. I'll see you soon, hopefully."
He hesitates as he turns to the computer, but the miner steels his nerve and turns it on, running a dry tongue over dry lips as he looks to find what Zapdos mentioned. It's not hard to find something
to watch--the computer is stuffed with the work that was going on here--but it's hard to gather the remaining strength he needs to click on the file and open the video.
After a few minutes, and deciding against having Pach out to witness this, he clicks on one, immediately regretting having his communicator in.
A Pokemon is screaming, and he can hear her words--
"I want to go home"
The jumble of pleas are out in rapid fire and the scientists strapping her down to the table are heedless of the tears and obvious cries for mercy. Roark grips the table with both hands, knuckles turning white, staring with eyes that seem a bit too big for his gaunt face because of how wide they've become.
A needle, loud, tortured screams; they become snarls, and then laughter, and then she breaks free and-
They deserve it. As she tears through them like tissue paper they deserve it, but god, the sheer amount of violence is enough to turn any stomach, and when one of the humans scratches his own face open from what she makes him hallucinate, Roark has to pause and throw up.
He spends the next half an hour watching videos, and by the time he comes out to see Zapdos, he is shaking like a leaf, his face white, eyes vacant and haunted. He shuffles over to Zapdos, hugging himself and rubbing at his arms, turning haunted eyes upwards at the Legend. "I-I'm g-gla-glad you le-left the r-room,"
No one should ever have to see that. No one should ever have to live it. He wishes the room would stop spinning and his stomach would settle and the overwhelming, crushing despair and horror lifting from his brain would probably help with that...
He sits down, his shaking legs demanding it."Ne-need a m-minute."