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Henry kept his hands and arms over his head even after the blows stopped coming. He hadn't been so thoroughly rattled since...well...when he'd actually been in the Otherworld. The pain was so strange, too. It came in horrible electric icy waves but it felt...home-y. Like a pair of shoes you'd forgotten about and slipped on for the first time in years. It fit. Familiar. Not comfortable exactly, but Henry had been so submerged in thoughts of his terrible adventure with Walter that the wounds Assumption marked him with seemed to complete the picture. He was in Hell again. Fridged, bleeding, biting hell with bones and meat.

And Henry...didn't want to be a part of it any longer. This was what he'd been wanting to avoid and yet--twice now--he'd thrown himself right back into it, metaphorical guns blazing. This was what Heather was trying to get him to avoid. This was where...Heather would have ended up if she hadn't reined herself in. Henry squeezed his eyes shut to block out the blood and ice and also so he could heave a shaky defeated sigh. She was right. She was right.

It sucked being the Receiver of Wisdom. Wisdom never came cheap.

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Walter looked down at Assumption, then back to Henry, expression hardening. He wasn't sorry. He wasn't sorry for Henry getting attacked by Assumption, even as he looked down on Henry's battered form. A part of him still couldn't believe that Assumption had done this. Had...had intervened and protected him. He would've let Henry kill him but Assumption wouldn't let that happen.

Assumption's sobs began to calm, leaving the two men in the throbbing silence that followed. Henry's blood was smeared over Assumption's club and over Walter's coat, where he had held Assumption to him. Walter breathed in and exhaled. He felt...something, when he looked at Henry. Not pity. Not shame either. But some kind of remorse. Assumption had been such a sweet, good Pokemon. And now his paws were bloody, because of Walter. Another youth, taken by the Order and baptised in blood.

Would...would the Jennies come and take Assumption away? Without meaning to, he tightened his hold on the little Cubone. He couldn't lose him. He'd rather die than lose Assumption. Walter recalled Assumption to his pokeball with a gentle whisper to hide his bloody state. And, pulling out his Pokegear and turning, Walter turned and started walking briskly towards the Pokemon Centre.

He'd inform Heather of Henry's location. He'd get out of Goldenrod immediately. He didn't know what Henry would tell Heather; hopefully, Walter prayed that he would tell her that he had attacked him, not Assumption.