Tristan earned a well-deserved chuckle from Forrest. He appreciated the lightheartedness as he was well aware of how tense he was. And Tristan put back into perspective that they were both highly-skilled trainers with vastly different specialties and strengths.
	"Yeah, my wife made sure of that," he said and pinched the corner of his lip up quickly. "You?"
	Forrest hummed. He took a few moments to consider the question. "Hadn't really thought about it. But I have to assume the end goal wasn't to destroy Mauville. Even with how many there were, I can't believe he didn't consider how many security measures there are and how quickly the Rangers would act. I can't help but think it was a distraction or something."
	Forrest shook his head - complex analysis of events was not his purview. And thinking about the Mauville Attack brought back memories he didn't much care for. Ether would have witnessed glimpses of that night from Forrest's perspective. He cracked some skulls, as could have been expected, but he was paralyzed by an Electabuzz. Scenes flashed to laying in a bed for days while being fed Cheri Juice through a straw by Jeanne. There was a montage of him and the young man, Rai, rehabilitating themselves. Or, rather, Forrest rehabilitating both of them. Paralysis from Pokemon was notoriously detrimental to humans. It was foolish of him to not seek medical attention. But like his kind, natural remedies and the pure will to get better was preferable, for some reason.
	"I'm sure you have thoughts. Learn anything interesting?"