Destino didn't know what to do in this situation. It made them awfully uncomfortable. This old man had accepted his death and was ready for the absol to do the deed. Destino only came here to get a witty response back, not to listen to this old man's sad life story. And there was crying too. Destino felt it was the worst when others cried. Not because it wasn't necessary. Destino was fully aware some Pokémon cried sometimes, even if it did make you look pathetic in their eyes. They just hated it because it meant they had to deal with the emotions other Pokémon felt. This was Felix's department, not theirs.
The worst part of this entire ramble was the mention of the fairies. How in this god-forsaken world did he know about their plight? Destino had never seen this man before. Unless it was that other worm who told him? The one that swallowed them whole and spat them back out? Why did they all have to know each other? It was infuriating. Next time Destino saw her, they'd tell her not to go spreading their history among her family or whatever.
What was Destino even going to say? This wasn't their area of expertise. Hell, they knew for certain they weren't going to kill this man.
But it'd make their reputation more well known. A simple absol killing a legend. It could be the strength their kingdom would need to thrive. Destroying one of the gods. Making themselves stronger to allow them to eradicate the fairy types that plague their world.
What the fuck was Destino thinking? It was this whole damn atmosphere. Urgh, this guy was such a downer. They shook their head.
"Listen buddy. I was expecting a battle of words. Some witty quips here and there. That's how this goes. I insult you. You either beat the shit out of me or try to come back at me with a basic insult. I win in the end. Why would I ever want to kill you? That would require me to stain my horn and blood isn't something that comes out easily."
Destino rested their hands on the back of their head, sat themself down and leaned back onto him. They didn't want to look at this man any longer.
"Do you do this with everyone? Tell them your sad backstory, cry about it and expect some sympathy for your traumatic shit? I'm not a therapist but I know a guy who is one. He works with ghost types. Pretty good at his job though don't tell him I said that. I already give him far too many compliments."
The absol nonchalantly inspected their claws before continuing.
"You act like nobody has ever dealt with the same shit you've had to deal with. Your problems aren't unique to you. You're not that special. I mean, I'm special but everyone knows that. You don't think I've ever had to mourn for someone who died before I could say one last goodbye? Honestly, I thought I was the only one who made assumptions about others. Turns out that's also a universal experience."
Destino gave a sigh. Their attitude faltered a little from them mentioning their friend. Even after all this time, it still pained them to think about it.
"Look, nobody asks for the shit in their life to happen to them. Fuck, I'm part of some prophecy to save the world. I never asked for that to happen. All I want to do is sit on my ass whilst my servants massage my paws and be fed the finest meals my kingdom can offer. Not that it's anything high quality or anything; the shit down there is honestly hot garbage but we do what we can. All the pressure and responsibility I have to put up with because my fate has already been determined by some stupid prophecy. Nobody's life, except from mine, is worth living but you just put up with it anyway. You just do what you can. If it makes a difference to something or someone, then you've won at life. I win at life all the time but that's besides the point."
Destino got themself up from their comfortable position and brushed themself down. They turned to look Calama in the eyes.
"If you want me to kill you so you go out like a coward, I'll do it. I don't usually do things for others and killing is one of the worst things I've ever had to do. As I've said, blood does not come out easily of my fur. I remember once how messy one of the executions I've had to perform as a child was. I was a light red for a few weeks after that. I could not look at myself in the mirror because my coat was disgusting at the time. And the effort you have to put in too. Urgh. But, if you want to actually get up and stop being a pathetic lump of shit, then go do it. I'm sure that bitch Galadriel would probably want to see you or something. Or maybe whoever that she is who you were talking about. I don't know. You've just decided to rant about your sad little existence to me. Get a therapist or something."
