[ the reason why you can't picture it, blue, is because it is never fuckin happening. and that exact though is clearly written on lance's face, in trying to envision that that even looks like. it's really not the mental image of whatever blue is talking about, but this idea that it's really . . . done.
lance has done a decent job of filtering through the new information and putting aside what is important and what is not. the world has changed dramatically, apparently. the rise and fall of new champions, the emergence of new regions as leaders in the battle circuit . . . it's hard to imagine that the world is apparently peaceful, after the last three years.
kanto and johto are not the only areas of the world that have trouble, and lance knows that. there are extremists everywhere. but team rocket has been a dark cloud hanging over his tenure for years, and for the briefest blip of a moment, it almost felt impossible to truly fight back against them. the amount of pokemon that were tortured, killed, or trafficked was insurmountable. and then red and blue showed up, and there was hope. and then ethan somehow met lance at the lake of rage, and giovanni never returned.
it's really hard to properly believe, no matter how many times blue has said it, that team rocket is truly gone. and lance is actually (sort of) free to do what he wants, and travel, and continue to learn, and grow.
it's a little overwhelming, honestly. but it's also exciting; new things to see.
giovanni will be brought to justice, one day. may every deity in existence help him if lance gets to him first. but the future seems . . . nice. pleasant, even. and if the people that lance cares about are doing well, then that's really all that matters. in the long run. ]
Malasadas.
[ he muses to himself. ]
I think I've earned some malasadas.
[ whatever the fuck those are. lance vaguely remembers some alolan trainers trying to challenge the indigo plateau tell him something or other about alola. ]
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lance has done a decent job of filtering through the new information and putting aside what is important and what is not. the world has changed dramatically, apparently. the rise and fall of new champions, the emergence of new regions as leaders in the battle circuit . . . it's hard to imagine that the world is apparently peaceful, after the last three years.
kanto and johto are not the only areas of the world that have trouble, and lance knows that. there are extremists everywhere. but team rocket has been a dark cloud hanging over his tenure for years, and for the briefest blip of a moment, it almost felt impossible to truly fight back against them. the amount of pokemon that were tortured, killed, or trafficked was insurmountable. and then red and blue showed up, and there was hope. and then ethan somehow met lance at the lake of rage, and giovanni never returned.
it's really hard to properly believe, no matter how many times blue has said it, that team rocket is truly gone. and lance is actually (sort of) free to do what he wants, and travel, and continue to learn, and grow.
it's a little overwhelming, honestly. but it's also exciting; new things to see.
giovanni will be brought to justice, one day. may every deity in existence help him if lance gets to him first. but the future seems . . . nice. pleasant, even. and if the people that lance cares about are doing well, then that's really all that matters. in the long run. ]
Malasadas.
[ he muses to himself. ]
I think I've earned some malasadas.
[ whatever the fuck those are. lance vaguely remembers some alolan trainers trying to challenge the indigo plateau tell him something or other about alola. ]