aborting missions weren't anything big for kyle. destruction was less than ideal, but self-preservation comes before anything else.

it was irony that everything rolls back to zero and all development returns to nil when the realization of his role under the protection of ho-oh becomes realized. a gift that was meant to be abused has resulted to little use.

despite the rather optimistic ending of the previous encounter, retreat becomes the move for who was once considered the emergent. it's a title that doesn't belong to him now, nor will he ever take it back.

there is no emerging in scrapping the chapter when ideal conditions weren't met, especially so when luck doesn't favor him as much as it did before.

he smiles, cracking a chuckle, as he faces another individual in his tracks. a coincidence, really, but one that he doesn't embrace.

any pokemon he doesn't recognize is deemed an unbeatable boss. he gauges the opponent before making any sudden move as turning his back around anyone in this warfront doesn't logically bid anyone a good time.