He can feel the eyes of Union on him, and this still feels wrong. He wants to fight this man, this smug and frustrating man, until he can't fight anymore, win or lose--he can't stand the thought of giving in to him, or of making his views look legitimate.
But Jadwiga is in danger, and she's scared, buffeted by the flames and pinned to the ground and shaking. She could teleport away, but it's maybe the same thing as it was when they were in the ruins--she's panicking, forgetting that it's an option she has. He can see the Ralts he first met so long ago, surrounded by bullies, helpless against them.
He didn't save her then, didn't bond with her the moment he got his hands on a warp band, for strength. More importantly, though, he didn't do it to have her suffer for him. They protect each other.
That's why Feliks suddenly doesn't have half a damn to give about whether or not Enlightened entering the field is allowed, or whether he'll utterly ruin his nice new clothes getting close to all that fire. He's fire-type himself, so the relatively passive flames... at least probably won't hurt him, right? Even the desperate drive to fight and win, the one he knows will smart like Hell later, can't hold up to the most important thing in his world, protecting his oldest friend.
Unless Mega Blaziken stops him, he rushes in and drags Jadwiga out from under her with his own hands, then steps back, cradling the shaking Pokémon against his chest not unlike the way he'd held the baby Dratini Rory met before.
He can't look him in the eye right now, can't look anyone in the eye, but his voice hasn't quite left him yet.
"Strength to survive and more strength no matter what are totally different. I know I don't blame anyone for doing what they have to to get by, but we're not about to start treating our friends like tools, ok?"
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But Jadwiga is in danger, and she's scared, buffeted by the flames and pinned to the ground and shaking. She could teleport away, but it's maybe the same thing as it was when they were in the ruins--she's panicking, forgetting that it's an option she has. He can see the Ralts he first met so long ago, surrounded by bullies, helpless against them.
He didn't save her then, didn't bond with her the moment he got his hands on a warp band, for strength. More importantly, though, he didn't do it to have her suffer for him. They protect each other.
That's why Feliks suddenly doesn't have half a damn to give about whether or not Enlightened entering the field is allowed, or whether he'll utterly ruin his nice new clothes getting close to all that fire. He's fire-type himself, so the relatively passive flames... at least probably won't hurt him, right? Even the desperate drive to fight and win, the one he knows will smart like Hell later, can't hold up to the most important thing in his world, protecting his oldest friend.
Unless Mega Blaziken stops him, he rushes in and drags Jadwiga out from under her with his own hands, then steps back, cradling the shaking Pokémon against his chest not unlike the way he'd held the baby Dratini Rory met before.
He can't look him in the eye right now, can't look anyone in the eye, but his voice hasn't quite left him yet.
"Strength to survive and more strength no matter what are totally different. I know I don't blame anyone for doing what they have to to get by, but we're not about to start treating our friends like tools, ok?"