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>“Floofy, I’ve told you this before”, Eden said quietly. His serpentine body encircled the tiny mushroom Pokemon. “You won’t need to know stuff like this. I’m here, so you don’t need to get yourself involved”.
>The little Foongus looked up at much larger snake Pokémon. He was their leader, wise, friendly, and smart. She knew these things, everyone else did, what she couldn’t understand was why he always stopped her. She wanted to be strong like her Big Sister, Audrey, but Eden always shut her down. “Ok…”, she said softly. She would try again later but resolved not to make a fuss about it.
>Eden knew what she was planning, but let her go anyway against his better judgement. This dance the two did gnawed at his heart more and more each time. He knew what she wanted and the potential consequences that would bring. Even so, he didn’t have the energy to argue again. Wanting solidarity, The Serperior Left to clear his head.
>“Ya seem down, my dude”.
>Eden shot up, the voice catching him off guard.
>It was Whitneel. The Whimsicott hobbled over to his fellow grass type and sat beside him. He had a soft grin on his face. “I said ya look upset. ‘Bout Little Foomy, right?” Eden opened his mouth to speak but was cut off. “Ya scared, that’s fine, but have a lil’ faith her. After all, you saw just how well not-so-small-anymore Susan shot up, didn’t cha?”
>Eden thought back to the towering Garbodor he’d once cared for. It was scary when it was just them, a Servine rattled by guilt and naive young Trubbish against a hostile world. The fear, the culpability, it never left him. He thought back to his old friends too. For weeks every waking thought he had was either preparing for the next challenge or dreading who he’d lose next. “Mistralton’s next, Whitneel.” His breath quickened. “She’ get slaughtered, Just like Mato, Abaddin, Audrey, and-and…”
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