Nothing to be fixed? Eva can’t help but scoff, shaking her head as she diverts her gaze to trace their surroundings, “This place preys on your subconscious, your vulnerabilities. You saw what lives in mine,” there’s plenty that’s broken she fears she’ll never be able to fix, a sense of confidence she’ll never regain. And the loneliness . . . she’d have to get used to it.

When his hands fall, Blade is quick to intercept, offering Eva a hand to rise back to her feet. She takes it, leaning over to brush off her knees, “What are you doing here?” she asks bluntly, now fully accepting that this is, in fact, the real Matias.

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MATIAS SILPH

Someone. Not her. No one was looking for her. She was alone in this world now.

With the haunting image of Penny still cemented to her mind, that’s immediately where it goes, “Oh,” is the only response he gets. Still, her drive to help locate someone in this dangerous place hasn’t been dampened. She could see past petty feelings to ensure safety. Plus, she just wants him to be happy and losing his new infatuation likely wouldn’t accomplish that, “Do you need help looking for her?”

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MATIAS SILPH

It’s hard to stifle the jealousy that builds in her chest when she learns of his true purpose. He doesn’t even attempt to hide that it’s her he’s looking for, her he’s worried about.

“As you should be,” she tries to sounds neutral, but the words come out from between clenched teeth, “This is a dangerous place. There are very powerful, strange pokemon here. We should find her quickly. She shouldn’t be on her own,” neither should Eva, but when there’s no future to look forward to, recklessness comes easy.

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MATIAS SILPH

Eva moves forward, expecting him to follow before she changes her mind. She recalls the Gallade, much to his discontent, and summons forward her Gardevoir. Her TELEPATHY would prove useful in a situation like this.

“Maybe you don’t know me that well after all,” she attempts a subtle tease but there’s a pang of truth to it that hurts, “I may have been betrayed by her actions but she’s still PENELOPE LIVY, a human being that deserves just as much care as any other,” she fails to mention she’s doing this for him not her. Her love knows no bounds.

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MATIAS SILPH

Perhaps he’s right. Perhaps she too good for anyone. But then where does that leave her?

Alone.

So, she’ll deny it to her dying breath because she’d rather be wanted than lonely.

“That’s just not true,” he deserves her, “If it is, then that means I’ll just forever be alone.”

Adele casts a wide breadth of TELEPATHY prodding through the mist for a human consciousness.

“Even I have my limits,” she smiles, sparing a glance back at him. This is war, after all, something they are both too familiar with. She isn’t heartless, but the greater good does require some sacrifice and their enemy would be those lambs.

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MATIAS SILPH

Yes she will. The small sliver of hope she’s clung to is thin and quickly wearing away. Any day now it would snap. Slowly, but surely, it’s become more and more clear to her that the only persons he could rely on was herself. Matias’s betrayal wasn’t the only one weighing heavy on her heart today. The world she thought she knew was a lie. It wasn’t only in this INTERDREAM ZONE where she could no longer distinguish between reality and fiction.

Tentatively, her gaze trails down to his leg. A swell of jealousy, regret, and anger forms a knot in her chest. She should have been there for him, “Of course,” she definitely wasn’t going to be without it in the middle of a war. A second red light flashes across the mist. This time, the Machamp emerged. Strapped to her back is a thick bag of medical supplies that she slowly lowers to the ground, “Who did that botched job?” she motions for him to sit down to take weight off of her work space, “. . . you should have called me.”

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MATIAS SILPH

With an exacerbated sigh, Eva also lowers herself tot eh ground beside his leg to careful inspect it. The details are fine, precise, a professional did attempt to fix this. However, they failed to take into account Matias’s noncompliance for rest. She knew better than to stitch him up with delicate filament and a neat pattern with little tension.

“You should have,” she repeats, turning to rummage through her pack to get the STUN SPORE salve to numb the area before she cleaned up this mess and made it Matias-proof.

The salve takes a minute to sink in, so she continues to pry though she knows she better not, “Why didn’t you?”

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MATIAS SILPH