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[A beautiful view of a clear sky and a setting sun sinking below the trees is what greets the network first, followed gradually by water disturbed by the occasional Magikarp, Feebas, and Gyarados. Still it lowers, and when it does it shows a pale hand slipping two daisies into it before it withdrew and let them float away.
There's a sigh after, followed by the camera shifting and getting closer to the ground before it stops. Whoever's holding the gear is sitting on the bank by the lake for the time being, but still it never turns to the holder. Only the flowers floating away on the water and the darkening sky above was what it showed.
The sounds of the background music and wild pokémon in the area alike are picked up, but they seem to soften when the gear's holder finally speaks.]
When something happens - something awful - how do you know when it's time to let go of it, or if you should at all?
[It's hard for him to speak that, and something in his tone reflects the conflicted emotions behind his words. Even if he's had time to think, he still feels lost. Even if he's had time to learn more, it hasn't gotten any easier to accept. But what else can he do anymore? Even if he said he'd find his own path... Another part of him can't help but try to seek answers.]
There's a sigh after, followed by the camera shifting and getting closer to the ground before it stops. Whoever's holding the gear is sitting on the bank by the lake for the time being, but still it never turns to the holder. Only the flowers floating away on the water and the darkening sky above was what it showed.
The sounds of the background music and wild pokémon in the area alike are picked up, but they seem to soften when the gear's holder finally speaks.]
When something happens - something awful - how do you know when it's time to let go of it, or if you should at all?
[It's hard for him to speak that, and something in his tone reflects the conflicted emotions behind his words. Even if he's had time to think, he still feels lost. Even if he's had time to learn more, it hasn't gotten any easier to accept. But what else can he do anymore? Even if he said he'd find his own path... Another part of him can't help but try to seek answers.]
