[He wants to argue, to say it would be better to just leave him there. Maybe he deserves this, for not seeing what Ghetsis was truly doing soon enough, for letting so much pain come to both Pokemon and the trainers that actually loved them...
But he doesn't have the energy to put up a proper argument, and he just nods slowly instead, closing his eyes and leaning his head back.]
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But he doesn't have the energy to put up a proper argument, and he just nods slowly instead, closing his eyes and leaning his head back.]
There's a washroom, down the hall.