Half-conscious. Sounded just like Rebecca, and the fact that Zeke found it hilarious that he – Hark looked at the pokedex for confirmation – they could practically turn their trainer into a walking lightbulb was no surprise. He seemed like the type, anyway.
But the sad look that Rebecca gave pushed all of his joking aside. N. Seemed like an important person to her. And it seemed like she hadn’t heard about him in a while.
A hand went to her shoulder, and Hark smiled sympathetically.
“I think you should try contacting him, no? To have confirmation?”
“N, he… He doesn’t exactly have a cell phone. I was only able to find him again eight years ago because Reshiram showed me the way to the collapsed Plasma Castle.”
“I haven’t seen or heard from him since then. I can’t have a poor Flying type deliver a letter that I don’t know where to send.”
She softly sighed, closing her eyes as Zeke started to quietly snore.
“At this point, all I can do is hope he remembers me in all his adventuring. We made a promise years ago that we’d see each other again.”
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