[i]Damn evil. You're too unpredictable. We can't even tell who's actually messing up the world, aside from you and your goons.[/i]

After Spruce handed me his Oran berry, I somehow ate it. Maybe I squashed it against my eye, maybe I had a hidden orifice. I wouldn't like to say.

Anyway, the Wailord eyed us as we began to go into the ocean for the second time. At least I felt more confident than usual, already taking in lots of pain and getting stronger. That, and most of my injuries had subsided, with headaches gone and fatigue disappearing. I still had that scar and unusual growth from behind. The Wailord whimpered, but I just told it that "we'd be alright." I didn't know for sure if we wouldn't get mauled again. Despite this, I felt obliged to follow Spruce underwater, now that I had a bubble and Kamina probably followed eagerly.

"Right, we're gonna rescue some Pokemon. Spruce knows what he' doing." Spruce probably expected to share a badge, although I wasn't too sure that would always work. Anyway, I noted how stale the air was getting again, probably because either: the air was recycled somehow, or the air was subjected to the pressure of the ocean. I kinda yawned against the beautiful landscape, since I had already witnessed it the last time we were here. But, I stopped upon seeing a clear juxtaposition underwater.

"Spruce, what in Arceus' name is THAT?!"

...I'm serious. There was a fucking... well, non-Newtonian water was around, and there were buildings in the sea. Not just any buildings, but they were like Escher-style architecture. It was fucked up down there, what with paradoxes, Möbius strips, unlucky Pokemon repeating their movements with slight variation, etc. And above all, there were trees. And, everything was grey. Like Spruce here. I forget he was grey for a bit. I was getting a headache again just by looking at the phenomenon.