You can recognize at least a couple of the people from your brief interactions thus far. And the Pokemon are interested in wandering and looking around.
The scenes depicted in the pictures include: - A tall young man with long purple hair looking offended, another man by his side fighting off a headache. - A girl playing a flute on a snowy cliff's edge. - A shirtless man flexing in the snow. - An older woman feeding her Bibarel. - A Gligar in some ruins, looking down at a berry on the ground. - A young man smiling next to Ingo, looking down at the vast snowy landscape glowing in the sunrise, from atop a high ledge. - Sneasler climbing a sheer cliffside, a basket on her back. - An aloof girl with a Croagunk.
The alpha scoffs, too proud to show deference, even though the smaller Sneasel admires the picture.
As you linger over the picture of Irida, you understand something:
You're not sure you would be alive today without the graciousness of Irida. She wasn't the leader of the clan at the time that she first met you, but she was already a contender. And she was firmly the leader in your heart, with how she helped you settle into the community, despite your large gap in age. No one cares more about the wellbeing of every single member of the clan. You were proud to be a member, when it was to help that cause. You were honored to be a Warden who served closely under her leadership. And you were happy to help cultivate in her a love of raising Pokemon. Once she was on your side, the whole settlement would follow.
And the picture with Ingo in it:
He wasn't the one who helped you most in the settlement, but he was your biggest fan. He found your strangeness admirable and not off-putting. And you admired the courage it took for him to confess to you. In your loneliness, how could you refuse him? Someone who was invested in you, with a kind heart, who never spoke wrong of anyone, and always tried to do his part? He deserved someone to take care of him. ...That person couldn't be you anymore. You felt nothing when you considered your future. Maybe you helped him, but he couldn't help you. You hope he forgives you, and thinks well of you, still.
And the picture with Sneasler, too:
She was finicky and snappish, and caring for her required working at perilous heights. It was an open secret in the Pearl Clan that she would cycle through Wardens quickly, burning them out one after another. That's what made you such a lucky break for them. You had a talent for raising Pokemon, and for tolerating her difficulty with little offense. You don't have the most confidence in your connections, particularly in Hisui, but you know: she loves you, and you love her. You are like family now. She wouldn't easily accept another Warden even if you tried to leave her to someone else. Every day, you are grateful that you can share your mind with someone who cares for you.
As you sit down, the train starts moving. Eventually you will arrive at Gear Station, with a few notable differences. The station attendant isn't waving you down, you are arriving at the Pearl Line platform while you hear the announcement, and the fog doesn't appear until you step into the main hub of the station.
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The scenes depicted in the pictures include:
- A tall young man with long purple hair looking offended, another man by his side fighting off a headache.
- A girl playing a flute on a snowy cliff's edge.
- A shirtless man flexing in the snow.
- An older woman feeding her Bibarel.
- A Gligar in some ruins, looking down at a berry on the ground.
- A young man smiling next to Ingo, looking down at the vast snowy landscape glowing in the sunrise, from atop a high ledge.
- Sneasler climbing a sheer cliffside, a basket on her back.
- An aloof girl with a Croagunk.
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Looks like a friend o' yours.
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As you linger over the picture of Irida, you understand something:
You're not sure you would be alive today without the graciousness of Irida. She wasn't the leader of the clan at the time that she first met you, but she was already a contender. And she was firmly the leader in your heart, with how she helped you settle into the community, despite your large gap in age. No one cares more about the wellbeing of every single member of the clan. You were proud to be a member, when it was to help that cause. You were honored to be a Warden who served closely under her leadership. And you were happy to help cultivate in her a love of raising Pokemon. Once she was on your side, the whole settlement would follow.
And the picture with Ingo in it:
He wasn't the one who helped you most in the settlement, but he was your biggest fan. He found your strangeness admirable and not off-putting. And you admired the courage it took for him to confess to you. In your loneliness, how could you refuse him? Someone who was invested in you, with a kind heart, who never spoke wrong of anyone, and always tried to do his part? He deserved someone to take care of him. ...That person couldn't be you anymore. You felt nothing when you considered your future. Maybe you helped him, but he couldn't help you. You hope he forgives you, and thinks well of you, still.
And the picture with Sneasler, too:
She was finicky and snappish, and caring for her required working at perilous heights. It was an open secret in the Pearl Clan that she would cycle through Wardens quickly, burning them out one after another. That's what made you such a lucky break for them. You had a talent for raising Pokemon, and for tolerating her difficulty with little offense. You don't have the most confidence in your connections, particularly in Hisui, but you know: she loves you, and you love her. You are like family now. She wouldn't easily accept another Warden even if you tried to leave her to someone else. Every day, you are grateful that you can share your mind with someone who cares for you.
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[The foreign thoughts and emotions throw Vicious, and be brings a hand to his head in confusion.
Even once they fade, he's still dazed. He feels more hollow somehow, more acutely aware of his lack of any memories or feelings like that of his own.]
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But the other Pokemon start sitting down in the seats, waiting for the ride to begin.
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...Guess we're goin' somewhere, huh?
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As you sit down, the train starts moving. Eventually you will arrive at Gear Station, with a few notable differences. The station attendant isn't waving you down, you are arriving at the Pearl Line platform while you hear the announcement, and the fog doesn't appear until you step into the main hub of the station.