on the route outside fallarbor town, with dust falling from the skies and the pokeballs on her belt, cassidy finds herself alone once again, only with her thoughts as company. she thinks about the metagross she had captured recently, one that had begun to prove rather dangerous.

what is fascinating about strong pokemon and intelligent pokemon, is that they had a mind of their own. she may be the owner of the pokeball that had captured them, but by no means is it a guarantee of their social contract with her. the metagross she had captured was unwieldy and refused her authority. when she had returned from her last expedition, it had broken out of its pokeball to her surprise, and nearly destroyed the club before she had returned it.

sooner or later, she would have to pay reparations for the metagross shaped hole in the doorway; the damned creature.

but that only meant that she needed to be patient. it was tempting to be cruel; the her zweulous could very well hit it into obedience. but she found that the beatings made them weaker and listless, and instead, she would simply wait it out. she was a patient girl, and if it did not want to listen, she will simply wait until it did.

after all, there is nothing more punishing than to be trapped when you were previously free.

isn't life cruel?