“So…she found out who you were and bailed? Just like that?”
Seth shrugged. "Just like that. But fuck, what was I supposed to do, lie about it? I'm not a fuckin' idiot. I'd rather own who I am."
“The last thing Powehi said to me was not to return there. But I don’t know if that’s something that’s going to be possible… Our summoner is doing the best they can, but… they aren’t a master at this. So, any insights that you can convince Powehi to share with us, I’m sure we’d all appreciate it. We all want the same things, so we don’t want to step on anyone’s toes.”
"So, that was his latest message to you? Huh. Well, if shadows are tied to negative emotions, I can think of a number of 'em that'd give Powehi cause to tell us to stay the hell away from that place. Powehi, uhh, mention anyone else who might be trying to repel Cipher?"
"Archie is right. They did what they could. But if Powehi is the voice we've been hearing in our dreams he's been unclear and unhelpful. We're hardly going to let Cipher keep operating and now that we are here we don't exactly have a way home anyway. So I hope you can give us a better idea of how to stop them than he is. Speaking of, have you ever heard of a Zweilous named Alex Xander?"
"So the reports over your little poster were saying you're wanted for physically assaulting other 'mon. Were those other 'mon all Cipher ops? Or just other fuckheads like us getting too close to your shallow grave? How did you even figure out who was Cipher and who wasn't? Everyone here is a Pokemon, and unless you've lived here your whole life, I imagine it'd be kinda difficult to figure out who dropped in from another world and who's a native. Is there a specific point they all come in from? Do you tail your suspects for a while? Does Powehi tell you?"
Seth looked like he was considering braining himself with a sizeable rock there and then.
"Scorching sands, you guys sure can talk," he muttered. "And you don't really like taking 'no' for an answer, do you? Look, if you thought
I was stubborn, you're gonna learn the real meaning of it if you try arguing with Powehi. His position? You should all fuck off back home,
ASAP. 'Unclear and unhelpful',
pfft. Why the fuck would he be clear and helpful if he thinks your continued existence is hastening the world falling to pieces? Gods alive. And, uh,
no I've not met this Alex guy, no."
He shot a glare at Odette from under a forward-hanging shock of pale hair.
"Do you wanna
know, or do you just feel better about getting your ass dropped when you insinuate I get my kicks beating up random fucking people? Shut your fucking mouth. I
recognise half my targets from fighting them in my world, and the rest have non-Forlasan aura signatures Powehi can identify. Like
yours."
The Lycanroc looked back at the exposed corpse with a hateful expression.
"You know Zoroark can use illusions to look like anyone? This piece of shit impersonated me and attacked random travellers. Either to make everyone terrified of me so I'd never have a safe place to shelter, or to draw me out to clear my rep, or just 'cause that's how he gets his rocks off, I don't fuckin' know. He was a scumbag back home, and fucking impossible to keep locked up. I'm fucking glad he's dead."
Seth was shaking again, taking rapid, thin breaths. Was he trying to persuade the Wayfarers, or himself?