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[If there was one person Pidge was moderately concerned about in recent weeks, it was Michiru. Their battle with Mewtwo's army had pit their scattered little group against a pair of powerful Psychic-types, and Michiru took the brunt of the attacks. Pidge knew rationally that the woman was fine, but it always felt strange being in the same room as her-- partly due to Pidge's own guilt.

Thus, she approached Michiru's table that day with one thing in mind...]

Uh.....about that time, [Pidge said awkwardly, rocking on her feet as she tried to put words together without tying up her tongue.] I....we....Keith and I never thanked you properly for all your help, did we?