[ ...you are something else. Haruka snorts, but she follows. Whether this is the actual future or just shadows conjured to frighten them, the place where more seems to have happened is more interesting.
The desolation shows no signs of letting up. If anything, it begins to swallow even more sounds, until they can't even hear their own footsteps or Rushing Wind the Pidgeot's wings beating the air. ]
Still feeling this is natural? [ That's not what he'd meant, and she knows it. But Haruka doesn't like this silence. It consumes everything but their voices. ]
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The desolation shows no signs of letting up. If anything, it begins to swallow even more sounds, until they can't even hear their own footsteps or Rushing Wind the Pidgeot's wings beating the air. ]
Still feeling this is natural? [ That's not what he'd meant, and she knows it. But Haruka doesn't like this silence. It consumes everything but their voices. ]