[ there's a lot to take in with his story, and the picture it paints. though much of it is painted with the guidance of his words, having no context for the world he has lived and his experience. what she does know is the bitter taste of defeat, wanting to get to the next stage, and gritting your teeth through challenge. it also astounds her how duraludon reacts, easily understanding raihan as she does, that it makes her see just how much intelligence pokemon have.

she breathes out a warm laugh when raihan goes in for the hug, admiring their bond, and thinking of the ones she has had in her battles. with good men and women... it stings thinking what has become of them now and she must endeavor to grasp onto this moment of light. ]

You're quite the storyteller. I don't get all of it, but I got what matters. Reminds me of... well, combat I suppose. The shared bond you get when you work together, battling through thick and thin, never surrendering even when things look grim. ...Did you win your Champion Cup in the end?