[At the sudden appearance of the strange and the other pokemon, the little azurill stops her crying, huddling a bit closer behind her tail. She might not be 100% certain yet how to handle this huge new man that is her trainer, but at least he is somewhat familiar. The stranger is not. And that growlithe definitely is not.
Randel doesn't know this man, but he recognises him all the same. There is something about war veterans that never leaves them. And he has seen scars like that before on men on the battlefield, usually stumbling, screaming, dying. In some ways, this man is too part of the war-damages. And as the only member of section three here, he ought to help, oughtn't he? He has felt somewhat bereft of purpose since arriving here. Back home there was always a new mission, a new problem to tackle, but this land looks like war has never touched it, never damaged it. What purpose can he have in a world like that when each little sliver of meaning he had build for himself was taken from him?
But here, perhaps, a small purpose.
He rises, taking a step in the man's direction. He doesn't near too closely though, not wanting to startle him, and not wanting to startle his dog.]
Sir? It's all right. You are all right.
[You are not there anymore, but that's a lie. The battlefields never leave you.]
you know I love your sad veterans
Randel doesn't know this man, but he recognises him all the same. There is something about war veterans that never leaves them. And he has seen scars like that before on men on the battlefield, usually stumbling, screaming, dying. In some ways, this man is too part of the war-damages. And as the only member of section three here, he ought to help, oughtn't he? He has felt somewhat bereft of purpose since arriving here. Back home there was always a new mission, a new problem to tackle, but this land looks like war has never touched it, never damaged it. What purpose can he have in a world like that when each little sliver of meaning he had build for himself was taken from him?
But here, perhaps, a small purpose.
He rises, taking a step in the man's direction. He doesn't near too closely though, not wanting to startle him, and not wanting to startle his dog.]
Sir? It's all right. You are all right.
[You are not there anymore, but that's a lie. The battlefields never leave you.]