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To this, Liam turned around and raised a brow, "Listen. I'll be fine. I know better than to turn into those monsters. I care about who I kill. Besides, if we weren't going to kill Pokemon, then why did we brew those potions?"

Before Skyva could think up a response, they were already upon Sophie and the newly proclaimed Penny. The Cinccino hung back, letting the two redheads handle the Panpour. As they talked, Liam couldn't help but reflect over what Skyva had told him, her concerns and her fears pertaining to him. Was he losing himself? he wondered, staring up at the tall skyscrapers around him.

Maybe Skyva did have a point. After all, she had gone through a similar situation he had. The death of a loved one brought forth an inner hatred for their entire species...one that didn't ebb for a few years...when she met Radegast and Maxin. Their own relationships with their respective Pokemon helped bring out the good in her, even if she didn't realize it. A part of him knew that Radegast, despite her own irritation for him, was a bigger influence over Skyva's perceived reality, even if she didn't realize this. Liam didn't know if he would have such an anchor to bring him back.

The Cinccino sighed silently and shook his head. He wouldn't let himself go that far.

For one, he only had one enemy...the Psychic Rebellion. The moment they were gone, he could feel like himself again. He knew that. For another, he already knew what Skyva had done and why she had done it. That knowledge alone was enough to make him wise to the potential pit fall he could steer towards and avoid it. Just the thought of turning into one of those monsters made him shudder.

I won't ever be like that... he rationalized, Not ever.

Meanwhile, Penny was chattering rapidly to the two girls, explaining his situation to them. "Well, ya see...Deante's kind of a new blood in the whole 'trainer' business. And when I mean new, I'm talkin' like two years too early. Somethin' about his parents want'n him to be all responsible or some shit. But this kid...this kid dumber than a pile of bricks! Kid can barely tie his shoes too, much less take care of me. I mean, how do ya think I made it all de way out here? All I had to do was roll a Poke past 'em and he took off runnin' after it. That's...kinda where the name comes from. I like to collect dem shiny coins. But anyway...yeah. Kid ain't ready for his first Pokemon yet. Do him and me a solid and, like, not bring me back to him. Cause things'll probably get worse down the line."