"He's not... what he seems?" Andrea looked quizzically at the bespectacled youth, who instead of clearing her confusion birthed even more questions. However, when she saw the same Alakazam from the bank, everything clicked. She might have been naive, but she wasn't that dense.

She furrowed her brow. Her hand clasped Nagi's own. And then she let go... She wanted to do the right thing: To yell in front of everyone that Theo had been the robber all along and that he should be put in jail. Yet, those people adored him. They saw him as the underdog, someone who had been falsely accused, someone who was oppressed as they were.

Indeed, nothing was that simple - or black and white. Her truth conflicted with their ideals. Besmirching the name of their hero would surely incite the crowd's wrath. Andrea's own thought process wasn't quite as coherent as the writer's, but she understood this moral impasse relatively well.

With Theo having taken his leave, most of the protestors started to disperse as well. They'd gotten what they wanted... for now at least. Soon, Fortree would return to normalcy, but Hoenn's social landscape wasn't any less tumultuous than before. Another storm would break, maybe not today or tomorrow, but in due time.

"It was him... He did it." The young PokéManiac whispered confidentially. "But we can't tell these people, or we'll make things worse... Let's go. I don't wanna be here anymore." She added, before climbing atop her Salamence's back, extending her hand towards Nagi.

nagi miwa, THEO BECKETT

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