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Oh yes. Such a public figure. So many movie sets, so many galas. So many isolated trailers and private dressing rooms. It was almost easier than tracking you. We have people in her fan club, you know. Devoted ‘fans’ who report her every move. She likes to take walks in the Lumiose gardens after dark. Alone. To ‘clear her head.’” Aldith’s laugh was a soft, ugly thing. “She’ll be clearing it inside a new friend of mine very soon. A Hydreigon with a particular appetite. Makes Sevvy here look almost dainty.”
No. Not Diantha. Not her. A weak, bubbling sob escaped Cynthia’s lips. The mental image—the elegant, gentle actress, the fellow champion who spoke of beauty and strength—being subjected to this… it was a new depth of horror. Her own fate was one thing. The thought of it spreading, a metastatic cancer consuming everything good and strong in the world… that was true damnation.
“You’re monsters,” Cynthia tried to whisper, but it came out as a wet, choking gurgle.
“We’re revolutionaries,” Aldith corrected, her voice hardening. “And revolution requires sacrifice. The sacrifice of outdated ideals. Of so-called ‘champions’ who hoard power and prestige while the world suffers under the tyranny of Pokémon bondage.” Her tone turned sickeningly sweet again. “But enough philosophy. I think it’s time for some entertainment. A little… shared experience.”
Cynthia heard the rustle of fabric, the beep of electronic buttons. A new sound entered her universe: the harsh, digital crackle of a radio being tuned.
“Base, this is Aldith. Patch me through to the Kalos extraction team. Channel Gamma.”
