GROUNDLESS PT1

Steady movements coat the room as tension tries to move through. Perpetual motion fuelled by a mind seeking distraction, again and again and again. So that thought might eventually cease, but it's never as easy as that as dee works on some hardware because software isn't cutting it. The mental aspect of it to reminiscent of a dialogue dee has put off for a while now.

But eventually, the psychic presence in der back becomes unbearable, and dee turns.

A face lacking expression, but that's no problem for der Metagross. It's still linked with dem, despite everything that had happened. There's Petalburg's claim to celebrate, but only the bitter taste of defeat remains on Fenelle's tongue. And underneath that, a different taste. Loss. More than simply losing the fight, it feels like a war, too, has been lost.

Fenelle and Metagross stare at another in silence.

A vague feeling pushed onwards, taking the form of an apology almost. A glimpse back to the feelings that have coursed through its systems, unusual and new and strange. Feelings that have dem as origin - dee can't only blame der pokémon here. But what's there left to sign, think or feel?

A stronger psychic link is established, similiar to the levels from before - afterwards, dee has not let the Metagross connect as deeply as it usually would. And even now, dee can feel der hand trembling as der mind is gently bedded into the comfort of a steel mind. Only machinations and logic, and yet ...

Dee closes der eyes, giving in to the feeling of falling.