[Bertolt hums, his brows knit together as he tries to gently steer him away from the ghost. Bertolt's own eyes never leave it, silently trying to think of a solution. He could try sending his pokemon at it, but it's too much like Marco.
He never wanted it to go like that.]
I don't think I could scare him off, either. I don't know if I can, he's...
tbh it was either wall-busters or that and I had to be terrible people
He never wanted it to go like that.]
I don't think I could scare him off, either. I don't know if I can, he's...
[It's hard.]