… That sounded familiar. Way too familiar. The Doctor had never learned. Hell, it was a wonder that the megalomaniac had never returned to show off, reincarnated or not. The alternating droughts and heavy rain, though…
He’d always wondered what a fight, a constant fight against his younger brother would look like. How well would pure Chaos would hold against the fires, and how destructive it would be. Now, he knew. Now, he knew the violence, the destruction it would cause.
Ears lowered and smile strained, Hark couldn’t help but feel guilty. Sometimes, Chaos was no better, certainly in the hands of people.
Which always led to a last minute response, it seemed.
Still…
His smile returned at the chuckle and the fond look. It was moments like these that made the fight, any fight for peace or freedom, worth it. It was moments like these that gave everything meaning.
He looked at the Wrumple on his lap.
“It sounds terrifying, although where I come from, I’d most likely be in the eye of the storm, trying to solve everything. It’s who I am after all.
"… Can I… ask for a favor?”
Rebecca nodded before giving Hark a small grin.
“There was probably a trainer in the middle of it, trying to fix things like you would. The newspaper said something about that but I can’t remember who they were.”
“And sure, ask away.”
The champion was halfway curious about the favor, Zeke sleeping peacefully on her lap as she finished her Pecha berry.
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