...I'm so sorry, Red.
It might be a bit of a useless question, but... God- are you okay?
RED: “………”
He doesn’t look back to acknowlege the words. But you hear something. Low and broken, barely intelligible beneath layers of static.
A sob.
With shaking hands, he gathers Venusaur’s skull into his arms, cradling it as though it was a child instead of something long-dead.












