"No; I'm making a point."

Gavin, too, grows frustrated with each passing second. Miasma curls around the tips of his fingers as the clouds outside grow grey and stormy.

"Lugia ceased to be mine the moment the absorber restored its sentience. Can you Pokemon speak to you, Theo? Have they told you the reasons they've stuck by your side?"

A rumble of thunder sets his Rockruff to barking, but it's quieted by the werewolf's growl.

"It chose me because I do not treat it as Rocket did."

[attr="class","beck"]the sight of miasma no longer uneases him.

"does it matter?"

briefly, he recalls a brief conversation with Killian Decker.

"they'd die for me if i told them to. that's all that matters."

[attr="class","noodles"]Cillian Quinn

Another volatile gust of wind sends waves crashing against the shore. Gavin finds himself longing for the Sylveon who slept under the desk in his office; it did wonders to hold off Lugia's overwhelming influence.

Gavin may not consciously bend to its will, but his emotions boil as a result of its anger. PRESSURE builds, suffocates, then fades beneath firm thought.

Not here. It's too dangerous.

"It matters."

[attr="class","beck"]the wind and waves may bend and break but beckett will not.

not today.

"not to me."

[attr="class","noodles"]Cillian Quinn

Gavin shakes his head, disappointed.

"Then there's nothing else for us to talk about."

His loyalty to Beckett ran deep. His loyalty to Lugia was just as powerful. It had saved him, but it was more than that — it had deemed him worthy.

[attr="class","beck"]he steps away, retreating.

"enjoy your food."

[attr="class","noodles"]Cillian Quinn