:3 Mark: 16, Mew: 2, Alan: 9, Scyther: 13, Chalenor: 11
Going to just put all of these under a cut for TQftL spoilers.
Describe the moment where you were the most courageous you’ve ever been in your life.
Mark: Oh, uhh, I guess that’s probably running up to try to talk to Mewtwo^2. It was… it was a strange feeling, like a shift in my head. I already knew he was trying to fight back, but suddenly I realized what that meant, and I just… had to at least try to tell him I understood, even if it didn’t do anything. I didn’t really think about it, but it’s surreal to think back on it and realize I actually did that.
If you could tell your younger self one thing, what would it be?
Mew: That I should be more honest with Chalenor. I hid a lot of my troubles from him and it led to everything that went wrong. If I could correct this before it was too late, we might all be living in a less painful world.
What is the greatest gift you could ever receive?
Alan: Ha ha. Make me magically good at battling.
…but really, just… if all my Pokémon got together and… got me something? If they all wanted to? Yeah, I’m not very creative.
Can all wounds and scars heal in time? If you were given the ability to erase all of your scars, would you?
Scyther: A year ago I would have said yes. Forget everything since I left the swarm ever happened. But what Nightmare would say is that my scars and everything I’ve been through are what makes me who I am, that if I erased them I’d be someone else entirely. And now… I think I agree with that. I’m better for the experiences I’ve had, even the painful ones.
Describe a time that your emotions made your heart feel like it was going to break through your chest.
Chalenor: My first War… was a time like that. I knew what I was, what my power drain was doing, of course. I alternately dreaded it and tried to work out if there was a way to stop it. I… made my first friends then, legendary Pokémon, after I told them what Arceus had told me, and that I didn’t want it, and we worked together, trying to find a loophole in the plan.
But of course, it couldn’t be stopped, and… it was so much worse than I had dreaded. My friends grew desperate and I watched them unravel, and then I watched their mindless, frothing forms tear each other to pieces as I tried to scream and snap them out of it, as everything around us died and burned. To actually witness it, that scale of destruction and devastation, and know that it was because of me, and it would only keep happening, again and again, until the end of time? To look upon the ravaged bodies of the legendary Pokémon who until then had been the only constants of the last thousand years, and realize the only thing that would ever be constant was me, and the War that I brought with me, from now into eternity? It was despair. When the lone survivor awoke, I tried to help her, but she looked at me like a monster and threw every attack she had at me, and I let her, wishing she would succeed.
But as you know, she did not. Sometimes I found myself in a moment of weakness hoping that one day I would no longer care. But that did not happen either. Every War was devastating, but at least I grew to expect it and brace myself for it. The first one was the worst because I had never been through it, and in my naïveté I had dared to imagine it might be averted.
