[There's an admission in that, too, even if it's in itself hypocritical. The fear in him slowly begins to subside, although it only evens out into an anxiousness that continues to churn in his stomach.]
...I don't... wanna see people hurt each other... [Or see people being hurt, for that matter, but even the implication of it was enough.] I don't get it... I don't get people here...
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[There's an admission in that, too, even if it's in itself hypocritical. The fear in him slowly begins to subside, although it only evens out into an anxiousness that continues to churn in his stomach.]
...I don't... wanna see people hurt each other... [Or see people being hurt, for that matter, but even the implication of it was enough.] I don't get it... I don't get people here...
I wish there were Pokémon...