[attr="class","spiral"] he does. fernando allows his imagination to get the best of him and instantly regrets it. legendary pokemon, no matter how minor in stature, compound into a growing pain of variables that could disturb the status quo. team rocket was fine, once upon a time. they were artificial, mortal, used to propel himself into a seat of systematic embellishment. these days, nothing is certain and that creates an alternative path to the man who has everything.

once the peak has been conquered, the status quo becomes a paradise. anything that dares intrude must be handled. no exceptions.

"..."

fernando is lost in his own thoughts, troubled by a predicament that has yet to reveal itself. persephone's lagging attention is overlooked if only because he has to come to term with his own demons. they pale in comparison but they are still his own, however feeble.

"she would probably hate us."

a chuckle breaks the tension and fernando puts a serious consideration into the recollection. from what memories he can piece together, rhea was both a gracious woman yet one filled for scorn for that which she disapproved of. going against tradition was one of them. ignoring the past was another.

"i can hear her nagging already."

fernando turns around to look back at her, the top half of his face hidden behind the scope. "i'd like to think she'd accept me when i told her i'd give the world to you even if it was begrudgingly." his smile is as dim as the lighting but reminiscing always brings a grim joy to him. he makes no mention of her mother, turning back around to delve further into the cave.