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I stumble many times,
[break]I might just get hurt,

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Roze had found herself visiting the very same memorial, an event that had come to pass before she'd even been in the region, yet, one of the very events that had paved Roze's path and choice, after all, the damage done to Dewford was devastating, and the conservationist had yearned to try to be a part of the people who helped restore the island to its former beauty. Yet Roze had never really approached this memorial til now, she'd had just as much passion for people as she did pokémon, yet, she'd always found interacting with pokémon a far easier task than doing so with people. Bearing flowers for names she hadn't recognised.[break][break]

Since the passing of the events that had transpired in Petalburg, a lot had changed for Roze, her arm had healed yet, she now had to deal with recuperating from the toxins that had entered her body as she'd made her escape with Hideo Kino, another thing that would ideally pass with time, yet for now she'd felt rather sluggish and tired, relying on her pokémon's aid for even the more menial things like travelling. Her Altaria had insisted on refusing to stay in her ball, accompanying the Trainer at all times, if only to support her, helping her walk, assuring she doesn't trip or collapse, and offering her own downy fluff to help Roze rest.[break][break]

Another important change for Roze had been her decision to push forward past her weakness. Her battle against the Lost and Registeel, followed by her battle against Fox and his frozen titan... and finding out yet another one of these mysterious titans had wrought destruction upon Petalburg—now the den of the terrorists that had slaughtered so many innocents within its ground? Every single time, she'd been powerless, every single time she was either a burden or a casualty who couldn't keep up.[break][break]

There was so much Roze would need to learn and do, and she couldn't take her time anymore, she'd felt. As gentle a soul as the flower-adorned young woman was, it was that very gentleness, her kindness that spurred her to get stronger now, such that she can protect those she wishes to, such that anyone she does recognise doesn't end up a part of the cold list before her. She'd paused for a moment, was this why? She just couldn't understand something, why one man would go to such devastating lengths, to tear himself apart over and over again, what goal could possibly be enough of a reason to hurt himself over and over again? Was she really any different to howard slayte? Was this how he'd felt in the infancy of his madness and hubris? She'd hoped not. If it were, she'd prayed she could learn from the archaeologist's mistakes.[break][break]

She'd prayed further that there was still a friend she could save.[break][break]

As she'd stepped closer, a slight brush against a stranger had caused her to take a step back, an awkward yet jovial chuckle escaping her as she'd followed suit, "I beg your pardon, I was in your way, really," she'd commented, yet... "I do apologise but, do I know... you?" she'd asked, something had felt familiar about the man. She'd looked at the man with eyes that showed her curiosity mixed with tired hope. It seemed the last few months had had quite a toll on Roze's strength.

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But I keep on running.