Yeah, well, she was right. Somehow he had always figured Agatha had either had no friends, or pushed them all aside as she grew up because they were too stupid (or too weak to handle her). Or she just hated them for one reason or another, like Oak. But he couldn’t help a little, mocky smile. So she had had friends (well, one). Friends (well, a friend) she had worked until exhaustion to help.
“Cute.” He mumbled, aware of the risk of being murdered right there.
“Well, you’re right, though. Dragonite would be yelling at you until you brought him back… I guess those two just didn’t mind resting in peace if it was their time, as you say.” His smile soon became smaller, getting softer. “Somehow, I’m glad it was an accident, though. I mean, it’s still horrible. But at least it’s nature who did it.”
His eyes observed her on the sly, not sure if she was just lost on thought like he was starting to be or still sad. Either ways, she was giving him way too many opportunities to annoy her.
He had done enough opening an old wound there.
“It’s a shame I wasn’t there to see you two, though. I would give my soul to see how your man made the oh-so-angry-and-creepy woman so happy.” If Agatha didn’t kill him right there, he would make sure to, eventually, if he could talk to Celebi, make a stop in those times to watch all the romantic moments and then rub them at Agatha’s face until her death. And beyond. He knew she would be listening.
“I can imagine it… Romantic dinner in the Ice Path with Litwicks instead of normal candles. Only the two of you. And around fifty spirits that wanted to share your love, of course…”
He sighed, sliding away from her, although not getting up. Just keeping some distance between both. Enough for the cane to not reach. (Hopefully.)
“If you couldn’t help, I guess no one could, hm? You were probably the only woman to make him happy…” He chuckled. “Don’t torture yourself over this so many years later.”