Well. Now I definitely know something.

As I read the paper, a breeze or two lifted the dust around the dojo, formed by the training of two Pokemon furiously battling it out. One I knew as our team leader, and he owning those two weak Pokemon. [i]Spruce dumped us for a lone mission assignment. Now, I could think of... everyone else being better for the job. I mean, he was a leader, not a negotiator of hostages.[/i] I thought to myself, looking at the crumpled paper in between my magnets before tossing the paper onto the floor. I didn't realise that hero would swipe it off the same floor until later. I did know he was here through the glass ceiling of the dojo, just by looking up and getting blinded by the sunlight. I snorted, again, something I shouldn't do as a Magnemite. Increasingly, I was worried I would lose my mind over the stress of everything. Then, I realised I was just being a drama queen, smiling weakly as I began moving.

[i]I hate thieves.[/i] I passed a pillar of red wood and a few bundles of reed stuck in sand, hovering in the air as usual and actually quite unsure of my current objective. I would have to follow Spruce's lead and convince him we (or rather I) have more urgent matters to attend to. I'll repeat myself: Davis is dead. And by the looks of things, only we're capable of stopping Dementia. Assuming everyone else who's better than us is as ignorant as Geodudes. So, instead of training, I just left the dojo and awaited outdoors by two more red pillars, ignoring the passage of busy dragon Pokemon talking among themselves in groups.