There was very little that Otto wanted to do that could have been salvaged from his former occupation, but a good meditation session may be what he needed to clear his head. The ghosts of their past constantly hung over their shoulders, the number on his neck an uncomfortable reminder of the brand the public would have on them. His golden choker now covered where the tattooed identifier lay, hoping none would have the cursed curiosity as to why it always was brandished.

They found a small niche within the shade of the forest trees, summoning their rough-and-tumble mutt, Rhino, and the mysterious lady, Amaltheia to accompany them. They bend a knee to pet their pokemon, a weak smile to both. "The nightmares keep me awake, Amaltheia. Can you help me, please?" The feline nodded her head, giving a little kiss on their forehead. Rhino's tail wagged happily; knowing that when things like this happened, there was a good treat involved. Though it may not have been the most safe method, the Espeon watched on and absorbed the power of the sun while her owner sat a few feet in front of her. She knew the drill: while using PSYCHIC on her trainer, he levitated while inside of his memories, seeking out an inner peace as the Lycanroc defended the working psychics.

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