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His disappearance did not go unnoticed. There were guards and cameras and thousands of eyes watching the Scourge of Sinnoh. Millions more turned to his empty cell.

The footage was rewound for the thousandth time. This time, played in front of Sinnoh’s Pokémon League. In front of the champion; her gray eyes dull, void of emotion.

There was ten seconds of footage. For the first five, Cyrus laid still. His chest moved up and down rhythmically. His hand laid over his heart, likely listening to the calming beat of his own body. The only comfort they couldn’t take away.

Cyrus inhaled, and seemed to stop breathing entirely. His body went still in a way unlike sleep. Something like terror, like a trained fear. Darkness formed behind Cyrus’s sleeping body, like a twisted halo. It was clearly defined in the florescent lights of the cell.

Cynthia breathed for the first time since they’d told her of Cyrus’s escape. She recognized that darkness— was the only one in the room who could.

Giratina’s wrath was unending. She was surprised it hadn’t gotten its revenge on Cyrus sooner.

Strands of darkness wrapped around his ankles, then his wrists, then finally his neck. Cyrus’s eyes opened wide, staring up at the camera in the second before he was dragged away.

They paused the video at that frame, of Cyrus’s wide eyes begging for help. Cynthia knew no one else in the room felt them calling to them. No one else saw those eyes and remembered a little boy who smiled for her, who laughed and cried without guilt. They didn’t see the exhaustion he carried with each breath; they didn’t know what he looked like when he was free of the burden of the Red Chain.

None of her colleagues knew the way he smiled and said, “finish the journey for me, won’t you?” None of them could look at the Scourge of Sinnoh and wonder if in another world, she could have turned to him and said no.

Her hands were shaking, Cynthia noted. She felt odd, separate from her body and separate from these people. Was this how Cyrus felt as he stood on the precipice of his “perfect” world? Did he feel numb? Or, was he crying just like that little boy had, so many years earlier?

Cynthia stood with dull eyes reminiscent of the man on the screen. She couldn’t look away from his pleading gaze. Help me, help me, help me.

“Giratina has taken him.” The warden seemed to relax at her words, a smile pulling at his lips. “He is most likely back in the Distortion World. I can go there on my own and retrieve him.”

She could say something, now. A demand, or a request or anything. She could ask to visit him. She could ask to give his Crobat back. She could ask to take him to the burning remains of Lake Valour.

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Oh boy, where do I start with this. Officially, I don’t think any one really knows if it’s gloves, long sleeves, a hairy arm, etc., because Klei (bless them) has some inconsistencies in the promo/official art as well as the animation. Just take a look.

In my own personal portrayal of Wilson (and much of the fandoms too), he has long sleeve, fingerless gloves that stop a few inches above his elbow, always worn under his shirt. Elastic and soft material for him to do as much science as he please...but only gives basic protection against roughing up his palms.

Long response sorry. Have a half naked Wilson.

What the actual hell? What a dick

My mum went over and apparently she started crying because she didn’t mean any of it and she’s been having a bad day (bitch, me too after your visit!). But then she also said I have an attitude problem so it’s hard to believe the sincerity there. Like, do you feel bad about it or not? Also, the reason she says I have an attitude problem is because I didn’t respond, I only stared at her. Seems she’s unfamiliar with the idea that, if you go to someone’s door unannounced and rant at them for 5 minutes, they might freeze up.