Dawkin Trustram
Amelia was unquestionably crazy. Dawkin couldn't be convinced to say she had a plan so much as she was blundering forward hoping things would work out in the end. What a harebrained scheme. It seemed unlikely he could do anything to stop her, and he had no interest in being put to sleep amidst a horde of, at least partly, vengeful ghosts. However he certainly couldn't just leave either. Dawkin shook his head, "I'm not going to sleep. But I'm not leaving either, and I don't need Greninja's help. I'm just going to make sure you don't try anything sketchy while she's asleep." Dawkin said resolutely. He didn't like any of this. The Aegis-slash and its puppet, the cackling Pokemon, this mysterious master, the ghostly telepathic message, and Amelia's faith that she could simply work things out. But he'd do his best to make sure she didn't dig too deep of a hole to get out of if push came to shove. Greninja might be strong, but there were a lot of Pokemon here and all it would take is one unseen move to put either of them in critical danger. Dawkin however, had an escape rope ready to go.