Yuuna looked up at that voice, eyes wet with tears, and swallowed hard. How could she face Rei like this? He wasn’t a weakling. His Pokemon weren’t abandoning him. She was weak, and what could she possibly do or say to the contrary. The bald woman, however, just laughed at the boy.

“Said one weakling about another,” she jeered, “You’re just a prop to her, someone who’ll do what she says and follow her and make her feel important. You’re just as weak, boy, following a piece of trash like her. Don’t try and act all sanctimonious with me.”

Yuuna’s eyes lowered at the statement, stunned by the words and suddenly very, very angry. Her hands clench and unclench, but she doesn’t get up yet.