"You've got shit instincts for a battler. How the fuck're you still alive?"
Hands run over a very tired face. The superficial wounds from the deadly experience had healed, but the fatigue would still linger for days to come. But, the world still moved on, and he had promises to keep. People still needed help. One of them was standing with disbelief in his survival.
"I'm not as shit as you think, but you're right. I would be very dead if not for the people around me."
Dead more than once.
"There are many things in this world that don't make any sense when they are explained. You know this to be true. You asked for my help with the unexplainable in Hoenn. Let's just say I remember what happened when I left this dimension this time."
May was highly capable of conceptualizing what had happened to him and how his body was changed from death. However, they were hardly allies. He wanted to trust her, but that would take time. Time and effort on his part to prove to her his usefulness. For now, she could think he was shit at survival. Didn't mean anything. Not when the saying goes, fear an old man in a profession where men die young. And he was becoming an old man whether he liked it or not.