Was he amused? Was he angry? She wouldn't know as no emotions found their way to his face as he listened to her speak. It was almost comical that her dream had once been his when he was young, before he found out the truth of reality. So he simply listened as he reached for a drink of water once more, and when she finished there was silence in the air.

One minute....

Two minutes....

Three minutes....

They passed without him saying a word was he doing this on purpose, or was it to rest his voice? However that wasn't going to be an answer that she ever got as he spoke.

"It's not a bad dream to have, but that is all it is. A dream." He would say to her flatly, he wouldn't mock her for having such a dream. Once upon a time he had wanted something similar, but for different reasons. "And you need to realize that Ms. Anderson, because as it currently stands. You are one against many. Silph isn't on your side. The commissioner isn't on your side, and I doubt the rest of the council stands with you either as they didn't have to spine to stand up to one of their supposed champions." He was calm, not condescending as he spoke to her. "Your influence in the grand scheme of the league is negligible from a realistic standpoint, and that will unfortunately cause your dream to fail." His eyes would meet hers.

"Tell me how can you force change from the inside when you are suffocated from all sides? When the poison is constantly eating away at your mind, and soul? Because that is what they all are. Poison. I do not doubt there are some good people in the League, but then look at their connections. Eva Morales is someone I would wholeheartedly consider altruistic, and yet she is dating the psychopath MATIAS SILPH. So if push came to shove, would she side with you or him?" It was a simple pragmatic question.

"How far does Melody Miro's influence reach within the cesspool that is the League? If she truly has the ability to go straight past the council, and to the Commissioner as she so stated to me. What point is there to the council?" There was so many holes in that sinking ship of a government that it was laughable they had managed to make it so far. It was nothing short of a miracle in his eyes.

"There is no clear chain of command, there are no consequences for those within said organization, and there is no one else there that would actually with their entire heart help you with your dream. They would placate you with platitudes, and surface level niceties, but look me in the eyes right now, and tell me that any of them would actually try to help you achieve that?" And so his eyes would meet hers, and he would wait for the answer.

Elinor Anderson

Amor would bring up his good wrist, the one that had his HoloWatch attached to it, and he would speak a simple command that would bring up what appeared to be a battlefield from some very distant past. Though he didn't comment on it to begin with.

"I wouldn't work for them, for one. Trying to change them from the inside is admirable, but you will die from the poison before long. Take this battle for example. An army is completely surrounded by their enemy on all sides with their backs up to a cliff. Quiet literally the same position as you for all purposes." It was in this lens that Amor viewed the world, it was all just a battlefield, and the way you positioned your troops was the exact same as positioning staff, or employees to do your bidding as far as he was concerned.

"But miraculously enough they weren't entirely destroyed, because an ally army that was on the outside managed to relieve the pressure on them by attacking the enemy forces from behind. It's quite the battle honestly." He explained to her before he clicked the map away, and looked at her again.

"Without any form of support you are going to die, but that is where I come in." He sighed as he leaned up in his bed, and pulled the covers away as he forced himself to stand up despite the absolute mess he was. The right side of his body had been seared by the Dragon Energy, and was wrapped up, the pain was immense since it quite literally happened.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend." He stated to her, and he became deadly serious. "I am willing to do anything to achieve my goals. And for the moment you are part of that equation, there is only one other faction in Hoenn that can take on the League, and perhaps turn the tide in your favor. How I am going to get in contact with them I haven't a clue, but I'm going to join them. And in doing so I'm going to exert pressure on them from the outside, and allow you to work your way through the poison on the inside." It was in the end simple math to him. He would use Rocket as a means to an end, it wasn't uncommon.

"Do you understand what I am telling you?" He wouldn't say it outright so she would have some plausible deniability if she was questioned, but she was intelligent enough. "We're going to work together so that you can achieve your dream, but the real question is, do you have what it takes?" Because as of this moment he didn't think she did.

"Because if you're not willing to die for what you want, you may as well give up on it now." And that was the harsh reality he lived in, and survived.

Elinor Anderson

"You're an idiot, but I don't dislike that. The world could use more of them in my opinion." He would say the simple words to her with zero further elaboration. For a moment there could have even been a smile on his face, but he was soon back to his usual carefree attitude almost as if he hadn't almost been killed a few hours prior.

"Then our business will continue though we will have to be more careful about it from now on. The League will want to keep an eye on me, and if they are smart they will use you to do. As you are the only one I'm not hostile towards right now. Once the recall of my nodes is completed, I believe Walter just sent the email to FERNANDO SILPH to begin that process, Feel free to let it slip that I am working on Primal Generators. It will be a month from now before I reclaim my property. We're going to start out with twenty four hours, but that's just a rouse to see how he responds." He explained to her with an easy going smile.

"Silph will also be given the recording so that it looks as if I am complying with the League, and the like. You know standard business niceties. So after that month feel free to drop that key piece of information, if for no other reason than I am petty, and want them to realize what they are missing out on. A month will also give me enough time to get a working prototype going." Amor would bury the League, and see it forged into something new, something stronger than what it currently was. "Or you don't have to, I'll leave it at your discretion. But I do believe Miss Anderson that concludes our business here today."

The longer she stayed the more suspicious her superiors would become. And for them to succeed she needed to be in the limelight of their good graces.

Elinor Anderson