[ Holy shit, that's... deep. She didn't think of it like that, but to a pokémon, maybe that's how they all talk. She itches the back of her head, and he mind can't help but flash back for four years ago - when Harth was killed. When she fell to her near-death. How she only barely survived. She has no idea how much if any of that broadcasts, or the swirl of emotions she feels for it. But... ]
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Makes... sense.