>>22980462Continuing the autism:
With this decision, I tried not to think about I just have done. The last glimpse of the sun being reflected on the red side of the Pokeball before the last handful of dirt ringed inside my head like a bell.
How would my life turn to be? Our common goal as live beings was to make our species carrying on: nature's plan. To pass your IVs onto a bunch of little and cute Ralts. Sometimes I can't resist the temptation to go inside human minds and reading their thoughts. Humans think a differently. They show to be afraid of death, because they think about themselves as an unique specimen of their own species. They want to carry on, in many different ways: to get something done, something that makes each of them unique.
Guilt was turning this freedom into a nightmare. I know Master's thoughts better than anybody. He took me from the wild. I remember yet: I was starving when he came. I defended myself, but I couldn't do anything. Battered and bruised I resigned to be in that artificial prison forever, but the first thing he did was to soothe my bruises. Smell of alcohol-drenched cotton was something new for me. I was crying, but my tears fell into a comfy scarf he gave me for the cold. Then he poured some hot liquid into a cup he gave to me. Then he rubbed my hair and saw my eyes while I saw mine into the reflection in his eyes.
This image triggered it. How could I be so selfish?
