Amor tilted his head at her rage, and the fire brimming in her eyes. If it had been real fire she might have resembled a particular comic hero with a fiery skull. Regardless he listened to her be stern with him, and he just continued to smile. Either he was truly amused, or he was good at masking how he really felt. When she slammed the newspaper on the desk in front of him, and raged at him mildly he just looked between the paper, and her.

"Oh I made the headline. Neat." Was all he said obviously not being bothered in the slightest. "Well it's obvious you want to talk so we can do that while I work." He said, and he walked off back towards the workshop. All the empty cubicles gave it an eerie feeling to be in this building while the workers were home. He didn't like the quietness of it, so when the arrived at the Mega Generator he was currently dismantling, he knelt back down, and began to pick up on his work. Seemingly neither bothered, or offended by her previous actions. "People often wonder what a waste of money looks like. It would probably look like this, spending a ton of money on four super generators just so I can tear them apart." He laughed easily as he picked up a wrench, and began to work again.

He knew that acting like this would only incite her more as he hadn't even regarded her statements yet.

"Walter will be back soon with snacks. Lemonade, and cookies, though if you have a preference for something else do let me know, we may be talking for a while. Doctor." He didn't put her last name on it, and he continued to work for a few seconds getting the stubborn bolt out of the piece he wanted to examine. "To answer your first question, allow me to ask you one in turn. I am going to assume, since I hold you, and your intelligence in very high esteem. That you gathered more evidence than a single news article to justify your anger before you came at me with the look of a demon?" He was calm composed, and polite as he always was with her.

"I'm going to guess that you also watched the footage of the entire incident as well? Because if you haven't yet, I'll forgive the cold shoulder, or would this be the hot shoulder?" He shrugged smiling easily at her. "But if you have seen it, and don't understand why I wouldn't want to work with an organization that employed a person, who tried to kill me after I surrendered. Then this is going to be a very short conversation." At that moment Walter arrived with the cookies, and drinks.

"Cookie?" He asked her in that same polite, and nonchalant tone.

Eva Morales

He continued to work on that giant machine that he had bought. Had he known that the generators were going to be so big he would have ordered them one at a time instead of four at once. But ignorance was bliss as they say. It was honestly an ingenious design, using a Nevermeltice cooling system to make sure the entire thing didn't overheat, and explode if the power proved to much. However he was making his way through the tech towards the heart, and so carefully piece by piece he removed the shell of the machine in front of him almost like he was performing surgery. Despite her refusal of taking a cookie he himself took one, and tucked it into his mouth with a few bites.

"And how should I be taking this? Do you think it bothers me that an entire organization lied to the entire public about what happened, and that when they investigated themselves they found no wrongdoing?" Amusement shown on his face. "Why do you think I kept quiet? Didn't release the footage, or make a big deal about it? Because I knew the League would jump the gun, and run damage control." He turned to face her with a chuckle. "And what a fine job they did. Honestly they did a better job than I could ever hope for." There was a moment of seriousness on his face. "And the reason the authorities won't pursue me is because the League knows if they do. All I have to do is show the entire populace of Hoenn that 30 second clip of me surrendering, and then Melody attempting to kill me anyway. And then they lose all credibility period." Sure there would be people who would disagree, but it would divide the entire region, and chaos would ensue. "It will create a permanent cloud of doubt on your beloved organization." As far as he was concerned they had made a severe lapse of judgement.

"Calling us both idiots is an understatement Doctor." He wasn't even looking at her as he went about his work. "Let me put it to you like this then since you have stated your stance. There was no need for Ms. Miro to forcibly lock me in that room using Fairy Lock, and Psychic. She should have just reported back to your Commissioner that I knew things I shouldn't, and we could have gone from there. It is after all not the first time I've found out about some of the Leagues dirty little secrets." He shrugged, and then went back to work. "But she attempted to intimidate, and threaten me instead. And unlike the vast majority of people, I don't care about the status quo as much as the rest of you." It was that simple to him, there could have been deeper meanings but if there were he didn't elaborate.

"And I do agree that Hoenn needs stability, so maybe everyone should metaphorically pull their heads out of each others asses. Quit the circle jerks, and try to make a change. Because as it stands, the only difference in the League and Rocket. Is that the League has a slightly better PR team, and is able to cover up the fact that they employ murderers, and psychopaths, better than Rocket." And after a few more pieces were delicately extracted. "But you know all about that already don't you?"

Eva Morales

He listened to her speak to him the same attitude he had kept the entire time as he searched for the heart of this machine. Perhaps that is why he was so calm, he had something to distract him from the noise. Machines were so much easier to deal with than people, they were simple. You programmed them to do what you needed, and that was it. Extra circuitry not required. People however were complicated, they were stupid, selfish, short-sighted, and greedy. All of them. Not a single human was redeemable in his eyes, not even himself. And truly if he had the ability he would summon a meteor himself to just end the world. But he was not a villain in a Fantasy game, and thus that was out of his reach.

"It is Mr. Rose to you." He corrected her coolly, before he removed the final panel, and he revealed the beating heart of this machine, and for several moments he didn't speak. He just marveled at this, these few fleeting moments before he sat his tools down, and wiped the little beads of sweat from his brow.

"Yes she locked a door. To threaten me. Now everyone responds to such things differently. Some let it pass, but I have grown tired of the Leagues bullying, and quite frankly their entire attitude with me." He stated walking over to grab one of the bottles of lemonade Walter had brought him, and he downed it. Working was thirsty business after all. "Did you think this incident came out of the blue? Tell me did you know I attempted to contact the League about observing, and studying the meteor that the Alien Creature came out of? I met with someone, and then it went nowhere. Completely stonewalled." He shrugged a little as if it was no big deal.

"In fact the only decent interaction I've ever had with the League has been with you, Zac, and Elinor Anderson. And one of those was recently, which is why I have tolerated the League's indiscretions for so long. However after learning what I have, there is only one person worth anything within that wretched place." At her sudden fiery anger at his comparison of League, and the Rocket he found the chink in her armor. Ignoring everything else for the moment he just stared at her.

"How is the League nothing like Rocket? I mean you're dating proof of my theory aren't you? Didn't MATIAS SILPH kill one of Melody Miro's pokemon just so he could get the League Groudon?" He tilted his head as if he was confused for a moment, he wasn't stupid enough to think she didn't know about it. "And then there is the issue with Melody trying to kill me. So you are free to lecture me on morality all you want. But if we're being honest, you have no right. You're a doctor with an extensive, and exhaustive history of helping out injured pokemon, and people in need. And you still have the audacity to judge me, while you frolick with a man who quite literally killed something you have sworn to protect."

Eva Morales

She was nothing if not predictable in her defense of the man she loved. That was just the nature of people, but he didn't interrupt her, he listened.

"Yes I'm sure he is. He would have to be to have such a stalwart defense come to his aid despite his abhorrent actions." Amor wouldn't argue the point further, she was just as skewed in her vision of him as he was. So he drank more of his lemonade before he went back to deal with his machine. "The difference between us Doctor. Is I have not once made a single excuse for my actions. I've not defended my character, nor told you, you were wrong. Have I?" He thought back to what they had said. At least he didn't think he had. "I've lay the facts out at your feet, what you choose to do with them, with your knowledge is up to you." It had been a good talk at the very least, no one was at risk of dying.

"The problem with this entire debacle is hypocrisy. You are correct I am not entitled to everything I want, but when deals are made, it is different." He didn't elaborate further as he wove his way through the machine, making sure it wasn't powered on because if it was things were going to go south very quickly. The beating heart of this thing was just in his grasp. "Sometimes you wind up with a bad deal." With a little grunt he pulled the object free. "And sometimes you wind up with more than you bargained for." He stated as he looked at the core of the machine, it's power source. A megastone. Of course it wasn't usable, but he wanted to know how every inch of this generator worked before he progressed.

"To answer your question no. Because I don't think you would be stupid enough to try, and lock someone up when they were trying to leave because they saw things were going south. I think far more highly of your intelligence than that." But perhaps he would make a point to her. Amor was nothing if not a man with a terrible sense of humor, and so his Gallade, and Metagross erupted from their pokeballs. A Psychic would slam the door shut in front of Eva, and a myriad of ghostly chains would coat the walls, and doors of the room they were in as his Gallade used Imprison. Not quite the same combination, but close enough as he marveled.

"So tell me, how does it feel?" To feel like you were trapped in a room with someone, and had no plausible escape from them. When you didn't know what they were capable of. No further moves were made, in fact both of his pokemon began psychically handing him tools as he went back to working on his project. Of course she was in no actual danger, but did she know that?

"And believe me, I already knew all further collaboration with you would be ended the moment I did what I did. I am not such a rash man." He explained to her nonchalantly as he waited.

Eva Morales

"And do you know why you are so at ease with me? Despite everything that has just been talked about. Because you still know me. You have, for lack of a better term, Data on me. You know I'm not going to try anything. You know that anything I threaten is just all talk, because no matter how much of a bastard you may think I am. I'm not going to harm you." He stated to her, and with a snap of his fingers it was all undone. The imprison, the Psychic. "I also didn't subject you to some self righteous rant, perhaps that's why you don't wanna kill me." He shrugged.

"Regardless I promised a short conversation, and I have broken that. Goodbye." Still marveling at the stone in his hand he set it to the side, and began to look at the cooling system, and how it interacted with the important parts. It was a shame things had turned out this way, but what was done was done. So he went back to work without further words for the good doctor. There was a meteor coming down, and no amount of arguing was going to get it any further away from potentially killing them all.

Eva Morales