Bright and sunny. Enough to blind me and force me back inside the dojo where my eye began thanking me. I really should've trained to fight off more of Dementia's minions, but of course both Spruce and the dojo seemed rather busy. While I would include defending myself against that Porygon, that would just indicate my paranoia. Surely it was a one-time event, and not related to Davis or so...

That out of my head, I was left rather saddened when it became apparent that Spruce was getting defeated by an Axew. No, not because of the Pokemon itself, but the fact that his moves easily harmed Spruce. This was pretty odd, considering how well he handled the last Pokemon. I simply sighed (which shouldn't be possible), taking a seat on a red bench which was probably used to hold things such as vases. I wished for a Sitrus berry at the moment for myself, although by the looks of it, Spruce would need that more than me. Encouraging a team mate could work, but I'd find that... embarrassing. That and in this world, miracles didn't happen.

Damn sunlight blinding me again. Ah hell. If only Davis supplied me with some sunglasses before he left, even if they were all chipped and broken from the days of the old. Just as I grimaced away from another sudden flash, I had quickly observed the Axew's attacks before turning away once more. It was like... having a torch being pointed at your face for a brief second. Looks like life's given a curse already, about time as miracles didn't exist.

Speaking of curses, I was particularly hurt when a Pokemon of some sorts began dragging me around. "What the-" I wasn't physically hurt. I was emotionally hurt.

How did a kid do that? He didn't. His mother did. "Sweetheart, come on. Stay away from the... oh my Arceus, you need some help." As the dragon Pokemon left while pretending he was still flying, I was struck by reality. I wasn't exactly considered 'normal' anymore, beginning to possess features only present in living things, such as breathing, eating, and sleeping. Great. I had to stare at the mother taking her child away gently, while she turned her head from him to her as if I was an alien. I felt so offended.

I had a feeling this would be all connected somehow; my bloody dream, Davis and Dementia, Spruce, my team mates... yet, I had already lost myself.