(ACE) The LAVERRE Team

OoC)0 Skip again, Shadow is still moving around on the second floor not saying a word.

The longer he had to stare at this goddamn bitch, the more annoyed he got. Kaneki snarled as he struggled a little against Hide's hold on him, finally pulling his head down with a hiss, struggling to push himself up to his feet despite the riolu pressed against his side. Hide sighed and let go, though he moved to try and block Kaneki again, keeping one paw pressed against the spectreon's nose to stop him from lunging again. Kaneki wasn't having any of that however, flicking his gaze up to Hide with a growl. "Hide, move. She can't get away with hurting Alirah like that!" He protested, trying to duck around the Riolu with a mounting snarl.

The riolu stood firm however, pushing him back firmly. "That's not the point! You'll only cause more fighting, right now we don't need that." He replied back to the spectreon, who snorted at him in disbelief. Of course it would cause more fighting, Kaneki was well aware of that. But she needed proper punishment for hurting Alirah like that! At the very least she should get the same back for what she did to Alirah. Kaneki opened his mouth to voice this, before he shut it again with a hiss, teeth bared. No, of course Hide wouldn't gt it. He loved his beau, he really did, but his niceness was sometimes his biggest weakness.

"Move out of the way." He repeated, tails lashing. He tried to duck around Hide again, shoving his shoulder to the side to dislodge the riolu from him so he could run past, this time fully intending to attack Lazarus to give her the same treatment she'd given Alirah. Hide's stern bark fell on deaf ears this time, claws scraping the concrete to push himself faster, a feral growl ripping from his throat as his eyes locked onto Lazarus' throat, intending to lunge and sink his fangs right into her jugular, to rip her from side to side like a toy and leave her a bloodied mess on the concrete--

“I’m sorry my mommy can be so mean sometimes, mister.” A harsh scrape followed as Kaneki's claws sunk into the floor all at once, haunches lowering hard to kill his speed all at once, dual-colored eyes now suddenly very aware of the kit that was now at his feet, only having been a bare few seconds away from becoming collateral in his attack on the thing's mother. Kaneki loosed a harsh breath that sounded more like a ragged gasp, the previously feral and rabid look on his face overtaken by concern and fear at the possibility of having injured the child. He blinked down at her, his chest heaving as he struggled to slow his breathing from almost running the kit over. “She won’t say it, but I know she’s real sorry too. Please forgive her.”

Hide watched carefully, though he didn't move just yet, knowing that his beau wouldn't harm a child. While he was certainly not the most morally correct person; he knew above all else, Kaneki would never hurt a kid. The spectreon watched Artemis, before his eyes followed the kit as she walked back to her mother, still locked on the small thing's form. Hide had mentioned a kit-- but he'd been to blinded by rage to really notice it at first. Of course he was still absolutely livid about Alirah being hurt, and he wanted to give Lazarus the same as she gave to the umbreon... but he couldn't do it in front of her child. He wouldn't let the eevee suffer the same fate he'd had, seeing his own parent dead in front of him.

He let out a ragged breath, finally looking back up at Lazarus, his gaze narrowing back to a glare. His lip curled but he didn't move forward again, instead only backing away while facing the other ghost. Once he was far enough away from her that she wouldn't attack him back, he turned to go back to Alirah, coming to sit down beside her and start gently grooming the bloodied fur away. The fight was done it seemed, he was no longer interested in Lazarus for now, instead focusing on Alirah and trying to rouse her back to the present.

Hide sighed and rubbed up behind an ear, before wiping his brow. Good... he was glad that Kaneki had calmed down now. Now he'd be easier to talk to, and he wouldn't start a fight they didn't have the resources to fight. Hide sat down on the floor with an exhuasted sigh, leaning back and tipping his head up to the ceiling with a loud, verbally tired groan. "Legends above, that was a mess. Are you guys okay?" He asked the spectreon and her kit, before looking around at their group, giving a toothy grin. "I think we've had more than enough excitment for the day, personally. It's been rough, and the day only just started, too!" He said, tail beating against the dusty ground lazily.

"So, now that we aren't in danger of another fight, can we ask your names? I'm Hide, my grumpy partner over there is Kaneki and well... you kinda met Alirah. We've got two kids travelling  with us as well, Plant and Conan. And a new guy we only met recently as well, I haven't got his name yet, since Kaneki and I only met him this morning and we didn't have the time for introductions thanks to the friendly neighbors in the town." He said, looking around to spot Plant, his ear perked up to listen to the sound of... humming. The tune made him assume it was Conan, eyes closing a moment to sense the area, picking up Shadow closeby as well.

A tense peace fell upon their surroundings with Artemis’ olive branch offering on Lazarus’ behalf. The Spectreon couldn’t say she was pleased with the intervention of her child, having explained far more than once that the kit was to stay out of adult business. But frustratingly, Artie had a way with blending the insufferable traits of Lazarus and the better parts of Kato into something exceedingly stubborn and charismatic, respectively.

And for as young as she was, she certainly knew it.

Lazarus’s eyes moved to the Spectreon, her expression far softer than moments before despite her fellow ghost’s still obvious fury. He was back stepping away from her with a snarl that dared her to try anything again and she knew it— fortunately, Lazarus knew when a fight couldn’t be won. Not that she always erred on the side of common sense when she realized it, but today something urged her to stand down for once. And besides…

Her kit sat quietly between her front paws, nuzzling her little bean sized nose underneath the maternal Eeveelution’s feet as a less than subtle demand for attention.

He could’ve killed you, and I don’t know if I could’ve stopped it…

Laz watched as the ferocious creature she’s sparred with moments before began to softly clean the pelt of the cotton candy colored fox. An audible “aww” left Artemis’s lips at the display. “I bet you feel really bad now.” Artemis commented cheerfully to her mother. Lazarus’ face only scrunched up in reply.

"Legends above, that was a mess. Are you guys okay?" The Riolu was visibly worn and leaned back on his palms as though it had already been the longest day ever. "I think we've had more than enough excitment for the day, personally. It's been rough, and the day only just started, too!"
“I’m good! I’m great! I’m awesome!” The Eevee giggled loudly as though the entirety of the last few minutes were already lost to her imagination. She flopped over with a huff and began rolling around playfully.

“Yeah. ’Tis but a scratch.” A sudden pain shot through Lazarus’ ribcage as though to say don’t you fucking lie.

"So, now that we aren't in danger of another fight, can we ask your names? I'm Hide, my grumpy partner over there is Kaneki and well... you kinda met Alirah. We've got two kids travelling  with us as well, Plant and Conan. And a new guy we only met recently as well, I haven't got his name yet, since Kaneki and I only met him this morning and we didn't have the time for introductions thanks to the friendly neighbors in the town." Their charming spokesPokémon of a Riolu explained.

Lazarus nodded in polite acknowledgment, responding, “Nice to meet you. My name is Lazarus, or just Laz. And this is my daughter, Arte—“
“Dark lord vengeance!”
“Artemis.”

Lazarus’ attention switched from her offspring back to Hide. “Friendly neighbors, you say?” She flipped her paw in mock nonchalance. “You couldn’t possibly mean those funky bitches putting heads on goddamn stakes, could you?” While her words were sarcastic, her overall tone held poorly disguised concern and disgust. “Like some fuckin’ macabre shish-kabob.

“Shish-macabre! Shish-macabre!”

“Thanks, I hate it.”

Why… does it hurt…

She could hear… something. Voices. What were they saying? Were they fighting? She needed to get up and intervene— to help. But her body was so heavy. Her eyes just wouldn’t open.

It was quiet again. Did everyone leave? Was she alone, was she dead? What an awful afterlife if so… she’d lose her mind in a hurry at this rate. Maybe hell really did exist, and maybe it was a lot different than the fiery abyss she’s seen portrayed.

It hurts so much…

Her heart was thumping. What was happening? She was getting so scared— she still couldn’t make her body move, even to open her eyes. It was like her body was dead and her mind was still aware.

Is that possible?

Suddenly she felt a familiar presence nearby. She couldn’t explain how she sensed it but she knew it was there, and slowly her heart started to ease its frantic beating. She felt gentle swipes upon her pelt, further easing the crushing dread of the preceding moments. She finally was able to part her jaws and let out a heavy sigh as her eyes cracked open. It was blurry but there were shapes around her. She recognized scents— but not all of them. As Alirah’s sight cleared, she locked onto the nebulas billowing around the ethereal ghost across from her, reigniting her fight or flight response in an instant.

Alirah bolted up on unsteady paws and stumbled away from her attacker clumsily, ultimately tripping on herself and crashing back down to the floor. A long, feral whine left the Umbreon’s mouth as she tried yet again to stand up, only to fall back over.

By some miracle the fighting stopped, the drawn blood that splattered the floor seeping into the air with its metallic touch but not growing in size or amount from further strikes. Plant's massive eyes were jittering back and forth between Ali and the new Spectreon, struggling to remain on one for more than a few moments as fear for the other drew them back. Despite the cease fire at play the space was still unbelievably tense, making it difficult to simply draw in breath as the other Pokemon attempted to speak more calmly. The pink Umbreon still had not risen, and while Plant's cries went unanswered she was certainly not being ignored as Kaneki turned his attention to her.

In place of violence Hide offered introductions and civil conversation, a good sign as the charismatic Pokemon got relations started off on a much better footing. By another miracle the Spectreon responded in kind, her gruff demeanor not fading even when giving their names. A frightening lady, the young Pokemon thought, but by the squealing Eevee beneath her he was tentatively hopeful there was kindness beneath that gritty exterior. Still, he found it impossible to join their conversation; it was all strained adult talk and just felt awkward, with Artemis' input being acknowledged but dismissed.

Letting only slow, shallow breaths puff in and out of his like maw he put his faith in Hide to keep things under control, and instead let all focus turn back to Alirah's fallen form. Kaneki's grooming seemed to be helping; not only was her fur losing the red staining the Umbreon was finally starting to rouse. A meek smile creases at the edges of his lips, wet eyes sparkling with hope, but something was wrong. In a sudden motion she shot upright, stumbling and falling back to the ground in a fumbling heap. A shivering whine came from her in place or words that made his spine run cold, and the small smile died away faster than he could speak up. "It's okay, it's okay!" He pips, waving his hands about and hoping she would settle down. What was happening, was she hurt worse than they thought?!

Another sound bounced against his eardrums, a peachy, "Found you!" Head snapping around to spot Conan marching up to them, Plant had all but forgotten their game and that the other Eevee was not with them. Oaks help them, this was no time for games anymore. For better or worse the other fox seemed unaware of the stress surrounding the space, approaching his fellows curiously rather than with fear. "Kaneki, what's wrong with Alirah?" He asks, attention settling on their friend rather than the new Pokemon. While the question was not asked of him Plant could not stop himself from responding, "She got hurt." It was the simple truth, the blame being left out of his comment as his ginger gaze slide back toward the starry Spectreon at fault.

While Kaneki was tending to Alirah, Hide was more focused on calming his thundering heart. Or fourse, he was glad that no one else was seriously hurt... but he would be lying if he said he hadn't been worried. Less for Kaneki, and more for the other ghost. While he never wanted to be the one to point it out.. it was scary when his beau fought someone else. Kaneki felt too deeply for people sometimes, and that spiralled very quickly into an over protective nature that bordered on manic. Hide had bared witness to many savage attacks on other pokemon in the name of defending Hide from whoever it was... and very rarely would Kaneki leave them alive afterwards.

He looked over at the space-themed spectreon, looking her over with worry, brows pinched. How much damage had Kaneki done before he'd pulled them apart? Was she seriously hurt and playing it off for the sake of appearances? His eyes flicked to the kit, mouth curling up into a smile to try and shake off his twisting thoughts. Of course, he wanted to be the one who was always okay-- he couldn't be worrying after all, if the cheery one in the group was worried, then everyone else would get scared. “I’m good! I’m great! I’m awesome!” Hide's smile pulled into a cheery grin at Artemis's confirmation, and he gave her a joyful thumbs up, eyes closing and head tilting. "That's great to hear! I'm glad you're feeling awesome."

“Yeah. ’Tis but a scratch.” One eye cracked open to look at lazarus, and his grin fell back to that slightly tight smile, both eyes opening to fix her with a stare, chocolate gaze flicking along her sides, then back to her face. Liar. You're hurt, but you won't show it. He thought, the corners of his mout twitching down slightly in a grimace, before he plastered his cheeriest grin on to cover it, ears flicking up and shaking his body out to give the false impression that he was glad to hear that she was doing just fine.

"That's fantastic. I was worried when the two of you went rolling over the ground, it looked pretty painful y'know? Glad to hear you aren't badly hurt." Hide replied, head cocking to the side to look back to the rest of their little group, sighing out a soft coo of concern when he saw how Kaneki was trying to rouse Alirah. Poor thing... how badly hurt would she be when she woke up? He didn't have the time to really see the extent of her injuries earlier... Hide hoped they weren't too bad. The thought also brought forth the worry about how they'd get those injuries fixed, too. How badly was she hurt? It had to be pretty bad... the other ghost hadn't been kind at all when attacking her.

Was it just a spectreon thing to be so vicious when attacking others? Kaneki was the same too, he was very violent when he attacked others, and inflicted as much damage as he could in a short amount of time. Hide sighed, shaking his head. Maybe it was a ghost thing.

Kaneki watched his beau from where he was sitting down beside Alirah, his tails still lashing angrilt against the floor, but his focus was on the pastel umbreon at his feet. One spectral ear twitched to keep listening to the mother and her kit, but really he couldn't really have cared either way. What was it with everyone and annyoing him today?

“Nice to meet you. My name is Lazarus, or just Laz. And this is my daughter, Arte—“
“Dark lord vengeance!”
“Artemis.”

Kaneki glanced up at the two of them briefly at the interaction, his gaze soft and fond for a moment, mismatched eyes watching Artemis at the other ghost's paws. He opened his mout to respond, but when his eyes travelled back up to Lazarus's face, he snapped his jaws shut and grumpily forced his eyes away. "Whatever." He spat out with a growl, though he briefly flicked his eyes back down to Artemis, his gaze softening once more.

It'd been such a long time since Kaneki had seen someone so young. Even when he'd lived with his old friends, the orphan they'd all looked after together was still somewhat jaded to life on the streets. it'd been... so long since he'd seen such innocence. The only other person who reminded him of that kind of sweetness was the umbreon who was currently at his feet. The spectreon crouched down to continue cleaning the blood off from Alirah's coat, finding himself cringing at the taste of the poor umbreon's blood on his tongue.

Blood, gore and death were all things familiar to Kaneki. If anyone had lived his life, they'd understand, too. He got this far being so desensitized to viscera that it was simply something he lived with. But, no matter how used to it he was, the taste of blood on his tongue when it belonged to someone he considered close made him sick. It was sobering, something that dragged him solidly back to earth from his bloodlust high, because once his friends and family were hurt, things were serious. There was no time for mania when people he loved were in danger.

“Friendly neighbors, you say?” He blinked to look back up at Lazarus, one ear flicking at the mention of the pokemon that had attacked them. Did they know anything about them? They clearly weren't with those pokemon, the way they were acting confirmed that at least. “You couldn’t possibly mean those funky bitches putting heads on goddamn stakes, could you?” Kaneki hummed, eyes lidding. "No, I figured those were the faeries." He huffed out, voice thick with sarcasm. His comment got a snort from Hide, who tipped his head back to give the spectreon a raised brow.

At least he is joking around, Hide thought. Joking meant he was starting to relax a but more. What was good, things were settling. His poor nerves couldn't take more excitement, really. “Like some fuckin’ macabre shish-kabob. Hide's ear twitched at a stifled, but still audible cough that masked Kaneki's laugh. He grinned slyly back at him, getting an embarrassed glare. Similar humor at least. That was a bonus. “Shish-macabre! Shish-macabre!” Even Artemis's attempt at joining in was amusing to his beau, and Hide's tail wagged in content as he observed the two ghosts starting to settle back down around each other. “Thanks, I hate it.”

Their peace was broken in an instant when Alirah came too and awoke with a start, skittering back along the floor in a blind panic. Kaneki was immediately on his feet, following after Alirah with concern, crouching himself between Alirah's line of sight and the other spectreon, bodily blocking her view so that she could just see hsi familiar coat and face. "It's okay, it's okay!" Plant's hurried consolation was quickly followed by Kaneki weaving himself around Alirah to nudge his face against her side to keep her standing, a forceful purr rumbling up from his chest. "Look at me, Alirah," he murmured, his voice soft, soothing.

"Look at me, you're safe. You're safe, okay?" He soothed, his tails wrapping protectively around her side as he kept his shoulder blocking her view to Lazarus, glancing back at the space spectreon briefly before looking back at Alirah, his focus on her for right now. Sorting this shit out could wait, his focus right now was entirely on the terrified umbreon he was holding up from collapsing back on the hard floor.

"Kaneki, what's wrong with Alirah?" The spectreon looked up at Conan, before looking over at Hide, a silent conversation held between the two of them when their eyes met. He was too focused on Alirah to answer Conan right now, but Hide was better with kids, he'd be able to explain it better right now. "She got hurt." Hide stood up to come over to Conan, crouching down with a warm smile. "Plant's right. Ali got a little hurt, is all. Don't worry, she'll be just fine okay? Kaneki's looking after her to make sure of that."

Finally, the specter’s frayed nerves were settling. She held her paw up in front of her boredly, tipping a small rock between her toes absentmindedly meanwhile Artemis tumbled around her feet in clumsy somersaults. Lazarus’ paws were noticeably steadier and no longer shaking with anger and adrenaline, she noted to herself as she continued her meaningless activity.

A sharp gasp took the feline by surprise and she accidentally dropped her stone to the floor with a click! Click, click… despite her failed efforts to catch it. Her attention turned to the cotton candy Umbreon, along with every other eye in the room as she shot up with a panicked start and didn’t calm much from there. Her seizure-like movements only ceased when the other Ghost- rushed to her aid by steadying her form with his own and offering words of comfort.
"Look at me, you're safe. You're safe, okay?"

She snapped her eyes away from Kaneki as he turned to stare her down. His body obscuring her view of their interaction only served to egg on her nosiness so the fact he almost seemed to have a sixth sense of when her gaze intensified on them genuinely shot a chill down her spine. What the fuck was this guy?

"Kaneki, what's wrong with Alirah?" The group’s resident Eevee inquired.
"She got hurt." Replied not Kaneki but a fellow youth— Snivy. Lazarus saw something of an uncomfortable glance at her from the child, to which she opted not to respond to. She hardly thought words could ease the child’s mind at this point. Artemis would probably spit on someone’s face for less.

Lazarus subtly butt-scooted further away from the ragtag band of survivors, feeling the weight of the room beginning to suffocate her. Like, there was a REASON everyone knew not to fuck with a mother Ursaring. Did she always get the full story before she chose violence on behalf of her child? No. But could she hold her head high and say she had always made the best decisions she could in the heat of the moment? Also no.

I can’t fight like this— I can’t fight like this. Dammit… dammit!

Her ears were ringing so loud— were those voices? Was that Plant?

She shot to her feet with an alarmed bark, preparing to launch an assault in defense of the child. Was she going to win? No. She knew that. She couldn’t even win in a more lucid state. But that didn’t matter. She took in a quick but deep breath and launched a frantic and cracking, “Pleaaasseee!!!” in a last ditch effort to appeal to the attacker’s humanity before laying down her life.

She didn’t want to die.

Alirah pinpointed the blurred shape of the galactic Eeveelution— before her wobbly legs could muster the strength to charge at her, a sudden woosh had her once again reeling and beyond spooked. She nearly tipped over again until a warm and familiar presence steadied her, purring words she couldn’t quite grasp but the sound was more than enough to assure her she was safe— Kaneki was there.

Her muzzle briefly upturned into a relieved smile, then quickly twisted into a grimace of anguish and pain. Her chest heaved with sobs and she buried her face into the fur of her hero, opening her mouth to speak but it was just a garbled up mess of syllables and hiccups.
"Look at me, you're safe. You're safe, okay?"

She nodded, stifling her wailing in Kaneki’s protective embrace. “Hur-hurts…” Ali whined, nudging her face deeper into the Spectreon’s fur.

The pastel Umbreon remained that way until she was confident she could face down the situation again without breaking down. She pulled away from the Spectreon with a steady exhale, and then lurched forwards again with a grateful hug. “I don’t know what I would do without you and Hide… thank you.”

Alirah peeked around the room, assessing the state of things. Her eyes fell onto the female Spectreon and her expression noticeably soured before she turned her attention to the children. “Big sis is fine, don’t worry. How are you two doing?” She wasn’t lying from a certain perspective. Was she in an incredible amount of pain? Yup. But was she going to die? Probably not.

She turned back to Kaneki, letting her gentle demeanor fall back to one of confusion and discomfort. Quietly she whispered: “Why is she still here?”

Instead of Kaneki answering him, Plant answered first "She got hurt." The snivy responds and it made him wonder who or if she accidentally got hurt. Looking at the ground by Alirah, there seemed to be nothing that could have said she slipped or something fell. "Plant's right. Ali got a little hurt, is all. Don't worry, she'll be just fine okay? Kaneki's looking after her to make sure of that." That was a bit more relief but still what could have gotten her hurt? Conan looks at Hide wondering if he knew anything, then to Plant, then to the other eevee which he stopped and looked at. In his mind, a bit of ticking happened before he realized that this was a girl. Oh boy, how was he going to present himself? The only two girls he has had interaction with was Alirah and his mother. His heart was beginning to race a bit. What does he say, what should he do? Alirah help! Conan’s mind was screaming out wanting help to talk to the other eevee. For something like talking to another girl, it was tough since she was a child like him.

Conan then sees the starry spectreon doing something that only a child would do. This brought up the question of why adults do odd things. ”Why is she doing a silly thing?” Referring to the other Spectreon. Looking back at the other eevee he then finally says something to her. ”H-hi.” He was beginning to blush a little. What was this feeling he was getting? He’s only a kid but he’s already feeling an emotion he hasn’t felt before.Was this something like love? No, Conan shook his head. It wasn't that. only other thing he could think of is that this was a new friend. Someone to add to their hide and seek game.

"Plant's right. Ali got a little hurt, is all. Don't worry, she'll be just fine okay? Kaneki's looking after her to make sure of that." Whether he was being gentle for their sake or not Plant tried his best to stay calm. He knew what he saw, the blows, the blood, but the energy of the room was settling, and no matter how static his nerves felt the atmosphere was enough to smother his reactions. Watching Ali carefully he felt immense relief as she managed to stand, and stay upon wobbly paws with help from Kaneki. "Look at me, you're safe. You're safe, okay?" It wasn't the most graceful of motions but she was up, and that was enough for him to believe she was okay and they would be okay.

Until the sounds started.

Crying, sobbing, nuzzling, a tender moment all too... nostalgic..? Something about the scene gripped at Plant's chest, a thick, palpable weight that was all too familiar. His own breath caught in his throat, choking him with a similar sensation to Alirah's muffled sobs. Reaching out gingerly with his small hands he wanted to help her, to do something and just.. be there for her, but as she cried into their companion's pelt the small Pokemon felt infinitely far away, and pulling his hands back toward his chest. Looking down, Plant tried to tune out the sobs but his mind just wouldn't let him, the moist sniveling painfully familiar along with a desperate need for contact. The noise alone was enough to make his skin tingle, to have unease taunt him with a want to be held and comforted as well.
But he was not the one who was hurt and needed that comfort.

Awkwardly, his hands start to work at one another, desperately needing something to busy himself while the Umbreon regained her composure. Letting his eyes search for anything to occupy his mind he darts between those in the space. Artemis was tumbling about, seemingly unphased or perhaps just over the situation already. Was she accustomed to it? Did her 'mother' do this so often it was normal, or was she just too young to realize how strange the air felt? Watching a moment longer Plant wishes to share in her energy, to feel as relaxed or at least de-stress as easily as she had. But no, other than a curious head tilt her simple amusement gives him no relief. With a tight chest he looks up, watching as the adult slowly pushes herself away from them. Was she.. uncomfortable as well? You started it! It was a disconcerting enough thought that his gaze was quick to shift away again and land on the other Eevee.

Out of the three kids Conan seemed the most curious, asking them collectively, ”Why is she doing a silly thing?” Much like the first Eevee he acted wholly unbothered by the situation, interested to know what occurred but not at all concerned by it. He wanted to know, to be in the loop, but the anxiety Plant felt seemed alien compared to the two foxes. Was it some kind of Eevee thing he didn't know about, that they could adapt to a situation with ease? Or.. Is it just me..? Was there something different about him, something bad or broken that he just.. just couldn't be normal like these two? His quick breaths hitch, pausing as the air balls in his throat and his eyes go wide with pained realization. Was something wrong with him??

“Big sis is fine, don’t worry. How are you two doing?”

Alirah's sweet voice speaks over his internal panic, the sound an instant relief as he turns to face her. Kaneki had helped clean her wounds, but her face still showed the pain, the hurt, the wound, the aftermath of situation. Rattling in his chest the Snivy's heart physically hurts, and he pushes his small hands against it as the corners of his mouth pucker in a sob. With glossy eyes barely holding back tears he does his best to keep his voice steady, but its a pitiful effort and the ring of his own words are embarrassingly cringe. "It'll be okay if you're okay." He sobs before turning away from any face. Sycamores help him, he had to keep it together.