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Team Rocket was not something that she had given much thought toward before tonight, as she was too consumed by both grief and her peculiar cosmic curiosities to dig deep into what they wished to accomplish; she knew they had to be far from good, as did most of those that lived within earshot of those that talked in the city streets and on the news, but she was naive in the threats they could carry out on those that she loved. It was fitting for there to be cruel people in the cruel universe, and Thomas seemed wholeheartedly determined to exile their ability to carry out the darkness. Could they have been people faced with misfortune in the world like her, or were there bigger issues at play?[break][break]

Desiree wished that she could convince herself deep down that she would never turn out to be one of those people, but grief was much more addictive than the needle. Joining a terrorist organization, though, was something of the unthinkable. Impossible, for it did not align with the fate she wished to bring to the world and its people. Not only as a beloved singer and producer of fluctuating electronica but a keeper of the fairies and a soon-to-be-trained force of unconditional love. That's how she wished to see it, as love was the one thing that the world needed the most, especially with all Thomas had shared with her. The organization of darkness did not fit in the future she ultimately
wished for, even in her darkness.[break][break]

She empathetically frowned as he lamented, scooting closer to clasp his hand between hers, shakily. "But here you are now, protecting all of those that ultimately deserve it. You're a protector, Thomas, not a fool." Yawning as she spoke, the Flabebe on the table danced around the herba mystica in delight off into a world of its own. "If being the way you are now.. if being a hero eager to bring pure justice to the world is what makes you an enemy in their eyes.. they deserve to frown while they watch you succeed." Being one to safeguard the innocent and the kind-hearted played into what she envisioned the nature of the league to be, no matter how wretched some of the elites were said to be. She was scared for what could flourish in their future if she played a similar role, but her yawns, soreness, and nicotine afflictions kept her from spiraling deeper.[break][break]

"Oh?" Her tired eyes brought an eyebrow to raise with an unexpected chuckle, which though fleeting, was a distraction to allow her to laugh for the first time since she was pulled into the under-swamp. The fairy on the table became encased in light shortly before evolving into a Floette, scattering fractals like a chesnut shedding its outer shell. "I think she wants to prepare to be a hero, too." She said softly, ashing both of her cigarettes.[break][break]

All she wanted to do was talk about everything, though time would be a generous essence if they were to train vigorously, she was sure of it. There were so many questions she wished to ask and so many to sleep on; as she slowly stood she shook, muscles contracting from the aftereffects of the blood mud. Partially afraid, partially relieved, wholly exhausted. "I've never felt so tired, so drained," she said with a pause, catching herself on one of the miniature potted trees, ".. we need rest, but.. I don't want to sleep alone, not after everything." Her wish was a platonic one, as all she wanted was for someone she loved to be next to her if the night terrors could hit. It was selfish, she felt guilt over it, but it was something she felt she needed more than anything now. At least, for tonight.[break][break]

"I have a Shalourian King, there's space for the both of us and then some."

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