I wonder, Nick. Does it keep you up at night? Does it come back to you? That moment? That instant it could have all ended? How utterly helpless you were against that giant, hulking form menacing over you? Tearing into you. Snapping and breaking you. The moment. That moment when a little greedant, as mediocre as they come, would have been no more had others not intervened? Your life is so easy, so idyllic, so soft. How can one so soft ever be ready for a world so harsh and hard?
* Nick eyes the unfamiliar dark serpent and thinks about their question.
(Nick sighs a bit) You heard about the Bewear incident didn’t you? Yeah, i will admit, the attack did keep me awake a few nights, but N and Mommy always made me feel a bit better.
(Nick looks a bit nervous thinking about this)
For the most part though, the dreams have subsided. Otherwise, it’s every other thought in my brain keeping me up: normal ADHD crud. And at the beginning, if it wasn’t the flashbacks keeping me up, it was the pain, or the guilt of how I disregarded an order from my mom to not go deep into the Galarian wilds just for the sake of training.
(Nick’s despaired look dissipated into a more hopeful one)
And as for how I could ever be ready for “a world so harsh and hard” as you put it, the answer is easy. Train. Train hard, and keep my stamina up. The harder I train, the stronger I’ll become, just like the Greedent in my video game is already Level 100, I may too hope to be strong like him one day. Even if I’m slow and bulky, if I do my work, maybe catch Pokerus, and buff through it, i could pack a punch capable of rivaling the mighty Zacian.
