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_{[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.

[ Funny you should think that, since you made him cry by nearly killing Walter. And he's cried quite a few times after about that. Said Cubone has returned to Walter's side after the initial YOU! outburst, entertaining himself by playing with Walter's coat. So many secret pockets...Walter permits him, too absorbed by the phone call to worry. ]

I...was brought here to feel joy? [The idea that anything wanted him to be happy is pushing it Henry. ] By God?

Not the God you're thinking of. You really have no idea how big the multiverse is, do you?

...No. I had never been outside of Silent Hill or South Ashfield. [ And he didn't exactly learn much about the rest of the world growing up, like along the idea of multiverses. ]

I'm not supposed to- I shouldn't be here. [ He wasn't allowed to feel those things, he wasn't supposed to have nice things, he didn't deserve anything besides his Otherworlds and pain and death, he couldn't have this- His hand tightens on his neck, thumb pushing against his windpipe. ]

I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be here.

There's nothing either of us can do about that. It's out of our hands. We may be here another six years. We may go home tomorrow. Nobody knows.

No. No, I need to- I don't want this, I shouldn't-! [ He can't think clearly. He's supposed to be dead, he's meant to be either awakening the Holy Mother or dying thanks to Henry. He's not meant to be alive with these creatures that act like they like him and care about him, he's meant to die alone or be returned to the Mother's embrace.

Assumption notices Walter's distress and gives a small cry, reaching up to grab and tug at his arm. Stop that :c He finally calms himself enough to complete his sentences. ]

I don't want to live. I was meant to die.

_{[Henry glares down at the device in his hand, forming various hateful things to say and shelving them for later. This is Walter Sullivan, the man who dug up his own body. This would not be the last time he heard from them, he knows it in his gut. With a sniff he wipes away the blood that's started to drip from his nose.]}

When we get home, I'll take care of that. I promise.

[ Assumption heard what was said. Just as he pushed himself into Walter's side, he heard Henry's reply. No...He looked up at Walter with wide, watery eyes. ]

I know. [ Walter calmly replied, before closing the call. He had a lot to think about, as Assumption nestled forcefully into him and getting the front of his tee shirt damp with unshed tears. ]

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