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Eight months? Had she really been holed up in the corner of the fort for eight whole months? As she processed this Melody hardly listened to the rest of the story, her slightly wider eyes only changing her gaze once to look at the male next to her. She hoped that she was imagining the Arbok scenario worse than Griff has actually seen it, but somehow she doubted it. A small flicker of of pain crossed her face before she looked back to Oak. She probably didn't know the map of Kanto as well as the others here, never mind the ins and outs of the Pokemon that roamed its routes, but she certainly didn't remember seeing any Arboks nearby. That was enough to confirm for her that this was a bad situation.

Melody didn't need Oak to tell her that this had the potential to become a suicide mission. Frankly, the whole plan sounded stupid to her - she had half a mind to excuse herself, go back to her shed, and preserve her life. But... she could be useful. Maybe even needed. She probably had one of the most varied teams here, and quite a lot of experience to boot. She could actually do some good.

So why was it so hard to open her mouth and say yes?

Melody looked at the ground as Loraine spoke, trailing her finger along the floor to make spirals. Her mind was racing, and it was very hard to make sense of anything. But really, when she delved deeper, it all boiled down to one question: what was a life like hers doing sat in the corner of nowhere doing absolutely nothing with her talents? There could be whole places unaffected that she could help this group discover. Maybe she could contact Unova.

Without a word, Melody looked up at Oak and nodded.