greyson gives her a sympathetic look, careful not to pity the woman. no one appreciated being pitied. he couldn't imagine what it would feel like to lose something that had bonded with you in that way. must've been like a piece was missing from her. he settles back against the ground as well, eyes staring upwards to meet the blue sky.
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"we both know whose fault that really is." those invaders. was that right word? it certainly felt as such. they'd come from out of no-where and had attempted to kill one of his closest friends. that couldn't stand. "we'll get moltres back, don't worry."
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he's silent after her explanation, giving only a sigh of relief. not having to worry about heatran took considerable weight from his shoulders. instead, his stomach growls, and his eyes widen nervously. "you uh, hungry? i could go for something." for a few somethings.

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