HelloYellow17
Local Orre Enthusiast
- Pronoun
- She/Her
Wes had watched the whole display with Steven and Ridley carefully, hoping neither one of them would get hurt. At first he raised an eyebrow at the Mimikyu, but he seemed…a lot more thoughtful about volunteering this time, not like he was in the Powehi dream. Wes decided to give him a little bit of credit, though he hoped for both their sakes that nothing would go horribly wrong. He let out a small breath of relief when the moment passed and their goal was successfully achieved.
“Right,” he said, “let’s move on—”
Then the voices started. At first, he snapped his head around to Kimiko, completely caught off guard by the sheer vitriol in her voice—but her mouth wasn’t moving. The words floated all around them as if coming from invisible speakers. What was this? An illusion of some sort? Why did Kimiko look so mortified? What was this about ghost types, all of a sudden? Wes shot a glance at Ridley and wondered what he was making of this.
Then Archie spoke. A fairly normal statement, all things considered, but again, it wasn’t coming from him directly, not at the moment. What—?
Then Koa’s voice reverberated around them, and Wes flinched and jerked back as if he’d been burned.
Those words. He knew those words, the same ones that played on repeat in his head, over and over and over—they weren’t new when he’d first heard them in Koa’s voice, oh no—the kid had simply given the thoughts in Wes’s own head a physical voice. Before he could convince himself not to, he glanced at Koa, saw the way he shuffled away from Archie and ducked his head.
In one slightly unhinged moment, Wes almost laughed. What, was he ashamed of those words, now? Give me a break. There was not an ounce of regret in the kid’s eyes ever since that day, not a godsdamn inkling of remorse. The only shame he could possibly be feeling right now was the shame of being exposed. As if to confirm Wes’s suspicions, Koa muttered something about the dungeon pulling a trick. This time, he couldn’t hold back his bitter, sharp bark of a laugh.
“A trick. Right. We’ll go with that,” he spat. The little bastard didn’t even have the gall to look Wes in the eye, and he wasn’t sure what made him angrier: the fact that he was putting on this pathetic little act of remorse, or that he was trying to claim that none of this was true or real.
Wes very suddenly and very forcefully wanted to be anywhere but here. He swung around to face Sybil. “Where to next?” He didn’t want to get into it with Koa, not here, not now, not ever. He just wanted to get through this damn dungeon and put as much space between himself and the snot-nosed brat as soon as possible.
“Right,” he said, “let’s move on—”
Then the voices started. At first, he snapped his head around to Kimiko, completely caught off guard by the sheer vitriol in her voice—but her mouth wasn’t moving. The words floated all around them as if coming from invisible speakers. What was this? An illusion of some sort? Why did Kimiko look so mortified? What was this about ghost types, all of a sudden? Wes shot a glance at Ridley and wondered what he was making of this.
Then Archie spoke. A fairly normal statement, all things considered, but again, it wasn’t coming from him directly, not at the moment. What—?
Then Koa’s voice reverberated around them, and Wes flinched and jerked back as if he’d been burned.
Those words. He knew those words, the same ones that played on repeat in his head, over and over and over—they weren’t new when he’d first heard them in Koa’s voice, oh no—the kid had simply given the thoughts in Wes’s own head a physical voice. Before he could convince himself not to, he glanced at Koa, saw the way he shuffled away from Archie and ducked his head.
In one slightly unhinged moment, Wes almost laughed. What, was he ashamed of those words, now? Give me a break. There was not an ounce of regret in the kid’s eyes ever since that day, not a godsdamn inkling of remorse. The only shame he could possibly be feeling right now was the shame of being exposed. As if to confirm Wes’s suspicions, Koa muttered something about the dungeon pulling a trick. This time, he couldn’t hold back his bitter, sharp bark of a laugh.
“A trick. Right. We’ll go with that,” he spat. The little bastard didn’t even have the gall to look Wes in the eye, and he wasn’t sure what made him angrier: the fact that he was putting on this pathetic little act of remorse, or that he was trying to claim that none of this was true or real.
Wes very suddenly and very forcefully wanted to be anywhere but here. He swung around to face Sybil. “Where to next?” He didn’t want to get into it with Koa, not here, not now, not ever. He just wanted to get through this damn dungeon and put as much space between himself and the snot-nosed brat as soon as possible.
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