“Why would you even think that??” Tarrai asks him, incredulous.
He doesn’t respond immediately, the telepathic channel eerily quiet.
The Seviper huffs. “I don’t know who made you think that you’re not a good person, but whoever it was is gonna get stabbed.”
“...........you did, Tarrai.” He responds, the thought quiet in her headspace.
Her expression shifted so violently, you’d think she had been stabbed. “I......what. How? When? What did I say?”
“I’m....never mad. I’ve never been mad about being here. It doesn’t make sense. You’re always mad about being here and....you should be. So because I’m not that must mean-”
She cuts him off with a hiss. “No. Stop right there. If you’re even THINKING about saying you deserve this then you’re dead. Wrong.”
“But........I was pompous. I went on and on about how strong I was. I was practically asking her to single me out.”
“Shut up, Goldie. You liked fighting. You were good at it. So what? There’s no reason anyone should be punishing you for that. Most Pokemon are like that!”
“We’ve been over this before, Goldie. If I didn’t want to talk to you, I wouldn’t. I’d just simmer by myself and be mad all the time. I’d be stubborn and just not talk to anyone at all.”
He sighs. “.......yeah. You would.”
“You....you make this place bearable, alright? You’re a good person and you’re my favorite person.” It’s clear in her tone she’s not particularly confident, reassuring him. Not because she doesn’t believe it, more that she’s worried her words are the wrong ones. “You’re allowed to cope with all this nonsense however you want.”
But he lets out a light laugh, and her nervousness fades. “Thanks, Tarrai. I....you’re my favorite person, too.”
He can’t see it, but Tarrai smiles impossibly wide at that. “Heh. Dork.”
He chuckles at that. His frown returns soon after, though. “Hey, I’m....gonna take a nap. Do you mind?”
“Oh, uh, not at all. Sleep is important and you don’t get enough of it.”
“Yeah........I’ve looked at my reflection in the water sometimes and its....not pretty. My eyebags are huge.”
“Man, definitely just go pass out. I’ll keep the guests and whatever occupied.”
He frowns a bit more at that. “Really? Are you...are you sure? I know they haven’t been...very nice to you so far.”
“Psh, nothing I can’t handle, Goldie. Go sleep.”
And with that, the channel blips into quiet, and the Seviper sighs to herself.
Goldie is no longer available for asks.
