As Gredy's ball touched Weedle, Weedle felt himself be whisked away in a warm glow to a dark stasis that he found oddly comforting.  He could feel his wounds stabilizing somewhat, and an overwhelming sense of trust for Gredy, the man who was now his trainer.  Gredy had saved him, and in a way, Weedle saw Gredy as his white knight in shining armor.  [color=fffF00][i]I'm going to be strong someday,[/i][/color] Weedle thought to himself, [color=fffF00][i]Someday, I'm going to be a knight![/i][/color]

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