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Lam between Robin and the maimed Rocket, obvious in his incredulity.
“Robin, they’re bleeding out on the ground. Not to mention Dandelion had them locked in his spotlight. I don’t think they’re going anywhere or doing anything fast.” There was no need for a verbal surrender when they were already
caught. Locked in the struggle they are, he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing. Had she always been so cut and dry about this?[break][break]
“Because they’re still a living person, Robin–how is that the most difficult concept to grasp here?” His face twisted up as she raged at him, and he told himself that this wasn’t
about him, it wasn’t. It was just the aftershocks of what she’d been going through, and she was just lashing out at him, but there was no reason to think that–[break][break]
His gaze snapped to hers as everything inside of him went cold. Like being dunked in an ice bath.
“What?” His voice was small–piteous before the anger flooded back in.
“The fuck did you just say to me, Robin?” His hands moved to shove at her, but Tornadus’ interception prevented him from making contact.
“You don’t get to dictate things like that, just because you have some sort of gift.” His hands rose again, that time to curl air quotes around the word.[break][break]
Not because he refused to believe in her ability, but because he wasn’t sure whether it was a gift or a curse. If it made her act like this, he began to believe it was the latter. Virizion, battered back from being ganged up on, staggered in place, but remained resolved abandoned their plight against the toxitricty. Head held in austere authority, they came to stand behind Lam as they eyed Robin coolly. Where Tornadus had sought to separate, they absolved to be the sword in their knight’s hand in the face of obvious threat.[break][break]
"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"[break][break]
It shut him up quickly. The tension in his shoulders went slack as his lips parted, but no cruel words rose up to roll off his tongue.[break][break]
“You don’t mean that,” he replied as his face fell, voice carrying the sort of note as though he’d been slapped. Lam paid no mind to the duskull as it crept free. Not until it swallowed her up and spirited her away to leave him with the silence that neither confirmed nor denied.[break][break]
“FUCK.” He howled it to the open air, and the empty space she left behind. Blood beat loud in his ears, his heart thumping as the heat of anger slowly bled from his system. It wasn’t long before regret slipped in to settle over his shoulders,
“Shit,” he cursed again as he let out a long breath, a hand pushing through his hair out of anxious habit. Without the immediate pushback of her rage present and tangible for Lam to retaliate against, he was left with the sudden drop of exhaustion.[break][break]
He didn’t regret preventing Robin from causing more damage in a situation that could’ve been handled a lot easier than it had been. But he was still left with the distinct feeling of
guilt. It turned over in his stomach as he shifted to look up at Tornadus. The djinn eyed him, and he could almost sense the aura of
disappointment. He was probably imagining it. But whether he was or not, it didn’t lessen the feeling any.[break][break]
“Yeah. I know,” he said aloud, looking back down at the empty path ahead. He should’ve handled this better.
He should have been better. Maybe if he hadn’t waltzed out here with her, or if he’d been more disapproving of her participation, then... If he hadn’t snapped, if he’d shielded her from the destruction breaking apart everything around them, it wouldn’t have culminated in this outburst. Or the one in Dewford.[break][break]
The inward blame turned to a cement block that sat heavy in his gut.[break][break]
He should have seen it sooner. He should have known it was bigger than one moment in her childhood home. This was on him.[break][break]
There was an impulse to cave to the anxiety that itched to take over. It crawled under his skin, jumping through his nerves like an electrical current.
He should’ve been a better brother. “take care of the Dugtrio,” he said then to Virizion, who seemed equally as eager to have the situation settled and through.
“Make sure the Rocket doesn’t make any sudden moves.” They obviously weren’t. Lam looked up at Tornadus again as he issued the request, reluctantly so, as he fished out his radio to call back up to bring the culprit in.[break][break]
Even then his mind rang with the chorus of his little sister’s scorn, and the wild oscillation between
she didn’t mean it, and
what if i had done more?[break][break]
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in the summer silence, i was getting violent / in the summer silence, i was doin' nothing.[break] — mama's gun (glass animals)[break]
mp: ic post x5 (50) + recall a previous thread, linked in post (50) + character's pokeball throw style (50) + use an illumina pokemon in your thread (10) + indirectly spotlight another character's strengths (lam reflects on robin's sheer grit) (50) + cast doubt on another character's beliefs (50) + your pokemon gets knocked out (50) + antagonistic dialogue (50) + make a regrettable decision (engaging in a fight) (50) + use a legendary, mythical, ultra beast, paradox pokemon in a way that reflects your character (50) + have your character “hit rock bottom” (50) + complete a skirmish + (narratively and emotionally) lose a skirmish (150)= 685 mp