- Pronoun
- they or she
"You're alright because you can ask yourself if you are. Maybe you're not good, but if you can recognize that, then you can try to do something to change it."
Leona stared at Aige for a moment, confused, trying to work out what she meant by that.
"I can barely think and speak," she said, softly. "I'm losing my mind in here. Gods know if it's curable."
The Lycanroc whined again, the same way she kept doing when struggling to recall something.
"It oughta be. It was, before."
Calls: 2
Aige would soon find a console in one corner of the room that appeared to operate the containment unit. It looked complicated, and also unpowered...
“…I guess nobody other than yourself knows what those scumbags did to you. What kinda hell you had to endure. But… you’ll get through it, okay? You’ve survived this far, and I see you’ve still got the fight in you! So, don’t give ‘em the satisfaction! You’re stronger than those damned psychos, and you’re gonna prove that — to yourself, and eventually to ‘em!”
"The Cipher admins," blurted Leona, eyes widening. "I beat them. But they're back. They're pokémon, now. I'm one. How can that be right?? This is a trick. Nightmare, hallucination, something. This is so fucked up."
The wolf's body seized in some kind of pained spasm, and she yelped.
"They Shadowed me," she gasped. "I never did figure out how they did it. What a way to find out. Stars, but it hurt—"
Calls: 3
"When you're out of here, you'll be the one who gets to do things. You get to decide what 'all right' is. What you want it to be. It might take time, but you'll have that time. We won't let them keep taking it away from you."
Leona's face contorted with despair, and desperate hope.
"I want... not to feel like this. This pain. I can't... I can't remember feeling any other way. What if I can't, anymore??"
Again, Leona slammed the glass wall. Attentive to the box, Leaf might notice that while it was entirely secure against a breakout, the structural reinforcements wouldn't protect against an external attack...
"I want my girls back! Mistral, Marin...?? Where are they? What did you fucking do to them?"
Another frenzied attack. But Leona could remember something, now – the names of two of her pokémon, presumably. Shadow pokémon had trouble remembering anything but pain – could coaxing out more memories help Leona claw her way out of her Fevered state...?
Calls: 4
"Easy, darlin'," soothed Sonora, stepping forward from the gaggle of Wayfarers with her palms up in placating gesture. "We'll help you find yer gals. They your crew? Teammates? Y'don't strike me as a momma, if you'll forgive my assumin'. Did you come here with 'em?"
Leona's eyes screwed shut as she tried to recall.
"Wait... No. No, I never saw them since I turned up somewhere else as a goddamn dog. Maybe... Maybe they aren't here. They'll be back home..."
Leona's eyes narrowed and the growl rose again in her throat.
"Where am I? What is this place??"
Calls: 5