The Rotom hesitates for the fraction of a moment at the question- no, the statement of General Harcourt, but quickly places a dot at the end. Fenelle might not have needed it - dee can't see any questioning muscle in his expression, making dem think that there's nothing to confirm. Instead, der mind wanders to the place itself - Mossdeep.

When prompted, dee starts signing almost immediately.

"I've spent my childhood years in Mossdeep. While there's little hesitation to do what needs to be done, as I might've been able to prove, it's ... my deployment there is the most fitting for my skills and I don't want to change that," dee does stumble over the actual wording and arrangement, "I want to go there, too, because I'm from there. I know parts of the city well."

Dee stops then for a moment, seeing as der mind is actually more agitated than dee has anticipated.

"My attachment to Mossdeep itself is little, but I'm wondering if nostalgia might come up still."

Der eyes unconsciously look at the crystals on his arms, wonders if that's possibly similiar, as absurd as it sounds. The destruction of something that should be dear. Or maybe, it isn't actually dear.

"The human mind is ... fickle."

Another pause. There hasn't been an actual question, in fact.

"My question is how to deal with that? If you have any insight to spare."

Zev Harcourt

Fenelle's fingers move subconsciously, but there's no device in der hands to make notes with. Instead, dee focuses on the text displayed - and actually, Rotom better save that - and nods in understanding. War has been equated with violence, destruction in der mind - but there's more of a system to it. Something dee can work with. Something that dee can fall back to should the worst come to happen, a set of instructions that dee can derive further instructions from.

(Like a machine learning.)

"Does securing the city mean establishing defense systems on it to hold it?" dee asks then, pondering thoughtfully, "Though this will be more of an after-battle thing. During battle ... driving out Leaguers as possible, I assume." Der eyes then look at the map again, especially fixating one particular spot that is actually coated in sentimental nostalgia.

Der mind drifts to Sootopolis as well, as dee thinks back on how life's there, being the Rocket stronghold, the invaded city, and dee nods in dawning understanding. But dee hasn't been actually here for the invasion - has been busy studying books, sheltered away, preparing, in a way, for this.

"If the situation turns dire, however ..." Der sentence trails off, trying to catch the loose ends as dee looks at the map again. "How to weigh victory against perservation?"

Zev Harcourt

Fenelle nods at Zev's words, everything else would be rather stupid. Even if wars have been started of that sort, dee trusts in der superiors that they know what they're doing, and they prove it time and time again.

Still, dee also knows that no matter how careful you arrange the path so the numbers match, there's never a guarantee.

A probability of zero or hundred does not exist.

Dee nods, processing the information, before lifting der hands again.

"We expect the interference of ... avatars, right?" dee asks, and the Rotom does its best not to shudder, keep it in its internal circuits. (It knows it would be there in the battle. It's known all along.) "While I'm training with you, Underboss Fiorelli and Admin Cross and ... as scheduled, I still. Is there something I should keep in mind should I come across an Avatar of the League?"

It feels unlikely. But again - there's never a guarantee for anything.

Zev Harcourt

The Rotom does not flinch, in fact, staying afloat in the same spot with an iron determination. But there's a brief flicker across the screen at Zev's gaze, one that even Fenelle doesn't notice properly. Dee is more focused on the text that displays on the screen, reflecting Zev's spoken words and advice.

Dee isn't one to become overly attached to der pokémon - it's hard to worry about them when they're actually way more powerful than you are. What even is making them follow your commands? It's also a question that made Fenelle treat them more carefully still, as the goals of dem and der pokémon align. (Except Orthworm maybe. He just wants some vacation he won't get anytime soon.)

A moment of contemplative silence passes as Fenelle arranges the new input in der head.

"Thank you very much for your insight and your time, God General Harcourt," dee eventually deems that there's no question left to ask, and bows deeply - but only briefly because maintaining eye contact is der priority in any conversation.

Zev Harcourt