He had only found the time to actually get another off day and book it to Mauville.

Lars wanted to have a word. Because there were things that were still bothering him, for one thing—that stupid nightmare that he had suffered through. It had given half of his core team either trauma, or had sent them completely off the deep end, or had made them into something that he wasn’t exactly expecting to have to handle.

But here he was.

He could distinctly remember Cait just… going bananas and losing her mind in the little tragic ‘elevator’ scene, where things had definitely hit the fan when she did a seeming face-heel turn and tried to stab the closest person within reach.

Also, there were questions about that… that onion-faced… creature he saw. While he knew that Evan remained tight-lipped about the matter… maybe he could be able to ask her about it? That was, after he gave her a piece of his mind first for doing that foolish stunt in the ‘dreamscape’ or however he wanted to call it.

He still couldn’t shake off the fact that everything felt so real, even him disintegrating into dust… but here he was, still alive and kicking. Well, alive but definitely more wary now because of what shit had gone down.

Arriving at the doors of the structure that served as Mauville’s Gym, he squared his shoulders and let himself inside. He knew that there was a maze, and that he had to find his way to the middle. Cross a bridge. He had to maintain civility during the eventual confrontation.

Would he manage to?

Who knew.