_{[A cruel smug thought perches on Henry's tongue. He probably cries because you're his trainer.]}

All Cubone are like that--it's part of how the--they come from eggs they don't even have--we're getting off topic.

_{[Henry frowns again, thinking of his time on the moon and the strange space kitten that introduced itself to them. Arceus was there. There was dance music. It was weird. He tries to think of a way to frame it so Walter can understand, and honestly it's his best guess as he thinks about that knowing gaze the mysterious white Pokemon looked at them with. And a little cartoon logic from watching TV back home before his life went to shit.]}

The Gods of this place want us to experience the joy of befriending Pokemon.