[ Walter let his head fall back, touching his neck. How could they not die...? It was God's gift, to allow them to rest from their suffering. When he was young, he had wanted his mom. When he was older, he wanted a friend. Now it was all Walter had wanted as an adult - for the pain to stop. ]

There's no suffering in Paradise. Yet the Pokemon I received mourns for his mother. He cries and... [ Sometimes, Walter cries with him. His voice has quieted. He doesn't sound like the sure, reminiscing man Henry had listened to on the steps of the Otherworld apartment. He sounds more like the young boy who had told Henry he had no family, no name, no home. ] And people continue to hurt and corrupt what is around them. Some are kind but it's not enough...

Why are we here?