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"...I wasn't planning to," Clair huffs with her usual air of indignation, rising from the low table in Will's Elite Four quarters. "No matter what your all-seeing powers tell you, my destiny rests in my own hands." (It's a prideful response--predictable as it is stubbornly childish.)
Still, the Blackthorn Gym Leader lingers with a sigh, wringing her gloved hands as she peers down at the masked man. "There's no way for someone to accurately predict the future, surely," she reaffirms with a self-assuring nod. "Our futures are determined by how we carry ourselves, the company that we keep, and the choices that we make. You agree, don't you?"
Clair looks at Will expectantly--as if looking for comfort--and she can't help but offer him the smallest of smiles. Underneath his layers of silliness and incessant pranking, the Elite could be quite fun to talk with.
"...In any case, I'm happy to see you back at work," the tamer pauses, wary of inflating Will's ego too much. "The League headquarters were a lot...quieter while you were on your sabbatical."













