ă â ă OH, that. Truth be told the entire thing sat wrong with him. Nothing could come from this agreement, not to mention Lusamine was rather frightening. He didnât voice his opinion, because he knew that would result in a fight with Guzma, so he kept quiet. It was a curious thing, though, Gladion asking him what he thought.
â Well, I think itâs going to end poorly. It just sits wrong with me, ya know? Plus, the president seems⊠Kinda out there. â
Kea moved carefully with his words, considering Gladion was related to said president. He would shrug his shoulders lightly, considering the next question. Stealing of any kind he discouraged, especially that of Pokemon. He knew the Pokemon were going to Aether, but for what was still a mystery. He tried asking Plumeria and Guzma, though both of they stayed quiet. So, he was in the dark about it still. Still, his opinion on it was clear. As was Keleâs, as the dragon Pokemon rattled his tail and emitted a short growl.
â I hate the Pokemon thefts, attempted or not. I try to tell the grunts not to, hut I canât exactly go over the orders of the boss. But⊠It makes me sick just thinking about it. â
     His mouth twists into a scowl when Kea speaks of his mother; not because he cared for her---which he did not any longer---but because of how right he was. Gladion couldnât help but recall all the times sheâd left him and Lillie cowering beneath their covers at night, begging that she wouldnât question why there were a few rolls missing from the pantry. Even Wicke wouldnât be able to protect them from her wrath if she found out.
     â...Iâm glad someone else understands.â
     Heâd been more or less aware of Keaâs quiet opposition of Guzmaâs orders. The orders that had come from Lusamine herself. Thatâd been the only reason that heâd bothered asking for the otherâs opinion. If it been otherwise, that would not have been the best tactical decision for someone like him and wouldâve likely incurred Guzmaâs rage.
     Guzma...That damned fool.
     âLusamine is mad. Sheâs been that way since my father disappeared. Nothing good will come from following through with this, youâre right.â He grows silent for a moment. Thatâd likely been the most that heâd ever said to anyone who wasnât his sister, Guzma, or Plumeria.
     â...It didnât used to be this way. This place used to be a haven.â
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