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"Gushy emotional bullshit, huh?" Amet said from the other end of the room. "Since when does saving your goddamn skin warrant such a response? In fact," Amet stood up, his Pokemon shooting him a quizzical and midly scared glance.

"Why jump to conclusions? In that case, you might as well jump off a bridge. See, the thing is, Nickel," he continued, "no one here wants to deal with your or your Pokemon's piss-poor disposition. We're all here, we all know the circumstance, and we've all fallen victim to it.

"But that's besides the point, isn't it?" Amet was irritated now. "The fact is you don't care. And no amount of speech is going to convince you otherwise. But just know, everyone has a story to tell. And if you're not willing to listen, you can die for all I care."

He sat back down and sighed. The heir looked back to Aureole. "Fuchsia, eh? Tell me more."