Ah . . . honestly. I'm ashamed you're this far ahead of me in your pursuit of your goals. I could stand to learn from you, Ingo.
[He stands there with his hand on the statue, staring at it blankly, thinking about this and that. After a minute he lets it slide away to fall at his side, turns, and heads back up to the Gear Station.
You step down the stairs to the Anville Line, and see a train already pulled up to the platform. Only the first car has doors open for you to enter. There is about the same amount of fog here as there was in the main area.
[Saturn isn't very familiar with Unova, and he has no idea what this place is. But it seems incongruous with the ones he knows the names of already, like Sphinx and Pearl and Galaxy, so he's curious, and he steps into the car with Bronzong at his side.]
The train is a standard modern subway car. Above the seats, there are different quotes displayed in frames, in designs like aesthetically pleasing motivational posters. There are no photos.
"Can you hold on to your principle? Will you go on to victory or defeat?"
"Your journey has just started. When you choose your next destination, go full speed ahead!"
"What can I see after winning, winning, and winning? Where is my destination? I've kept thinking, and I've learned one thing. That is, you cannot know what happens after winning without winning."
"You grow stronger by matching yourself against a strong opponent. Please do your best and run toward the destination, an even higher state."
"When you and someone else combine, your engine powers something special!"
"The tracks ahead will be perilous, but I pride myself on safe driving!"
"Sometimes I find myself saying things without knowing where the words come from... yet those words seem to fill me with power."
"I appreciate having physical keepsakes—less ephemeral than memories."
[He reads all of these in turn. Most he reads with a private little smile, imagining them all in Ingo's voice, because most if not all of them seem to have come directly from him. Number five Saturn raises an eyebrow at in even more private amusement, the facial equivalent of a "nice" when you see the number 69.
Number three, though, he lingers on the first time, and then once he's read all of them, he goes back to that one, reading it over and over, eventually mouthing it silently to himself, followed by a silent "What?" Then he stands on a seat to touch that one, just in case he can get literally any clarity at all on this motivational quip.]
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[He stands there with his hand on the statue, staring at it blankly, thinking about this and that. After a minute he lets it slide away to fall at his side, turns, and heads back up to the Gear Station.
It's time to check out the Anville Line.]
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"Your journey has just started. When you choose your next destination, go full speed ahead!"
"What can I see after winning, winning, and winning? Where is my destination? I've kept thinking, and I've learned one thing. That is, you cannot know what happens after winning without winning."
"You grow stronger by matching yourself against a strong opponent. Please do your best and run toward the destination, an even higher state."
"When you and someone else combine, your engine powers something special!"
"The tracks ahead will be perilous, but I pride myself on safe driving!"
"Sometimes I find myself saying things without knowing where the words come from... yet those words seem to fill me with power."
"I appreciate having physical keepsakes—less ephemeral than memories."
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Number three, though, he lingers on the first time, and then once he's read all of them, he goes back to that one, reading it over and over, eventually mouthing it silently to himself, followed by a silent "What?" Then he stands on a seat to touch that one, just in case he can get literally any clarity at all on this motivational quip.]
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But if that's all that's in this car . . . ]
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