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Amet slumped to the ground. If there was a definition of a pyrrich victory, this was it. He recalled his Pokemon. They were tired, so was he.

Walking back into the center, he felt hollow. Finding Luna and Aureole, he pulled them aside separately. "We need to talk. Come to the cubes when you're ready." He looked over the railing, down at the now 'bustling' center. A sour taste was left in his mouth.

"It will be back." Amet must've said it loudly, because the phrase turned a few heads as he walked away and into one of the vacnt sleeping boxes. When inside, he closed the door and let out his Pokemon. His three were just as drained as he was, if not more. The boy scooped them up and laid on the bed, the Pokemon already fast asleep. It was a sight to see: one lone Trainer and his only beloved, curled up together.

After a few minutes he heard the door quiety slide open.