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Dante sucked his thumb and quietly watched as Gredy captured the injured Weedle. He couldn’t believe that such a pathetic Pokemon was bullied, but then again, the pidgeys were always so aggressive and bossy. Weedle was lucky not to be eaten. Dante hadn’t been wild when he was with his old trainer—whose name he wanted to forget—so he knew that if Gredy got the Weedle to the Pokemon Center, then he would be all right. Lowering his thumb, Dante peered up at Gredy and asked, [color=f7941d][b]“What are you gonna name him?”[/b][/color]

It seemed abrupt and too soon of a question, but Dante assumed that Gredy had just caught another Pokemon for his collection. Well…maybe not [i]another[/i], he and Gredy were just “friends.”

[color=f7941d][b]“He looked weak. I think that’s why they picked on him,”[/b][/color] he observed, but he was one to talk. He didn’t deal with conflict any better. The only difference between them was that his fear made him more violent. He became afraid to get hurt and to be hurt. He then glanced down at his shirt, staring at the footprint where his previous trainer had kicked him.

Frowning, he asked, [color=f7941d][b]“Do you think I need to go to the Pokemon Center too?”[/b][/color]