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with knowledge comes great responsibility

[What an absolute ordeal all of that was.

Today was certainly one hell of a day, that's for sure; they've managed to take care of another Guardian and gain it's trust (or at the very least, something resembling it), they managed to find Candice and manage to...well, maybe not get her back in a state that's altogether wanted, but ensure they managed to get her at least into a place where she could possibly regain herself. It will likely be a process, as such things are, but they've done their best, and they should have no regrets.

The center is definitely going to be a welcome reprieve for all of their suffering, at the very least. The Kompot is certainly more than enough to likely get everyone warmed back up and in a stable condition, along with the copious amount of blankets the locals have provided. They've got the time to rest and get ready for their next adventure.

Rest well, ye merry band of travelers. You've earned it.]

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[Michael takes a moment to look at the salt, dismiss it as a possibility, and find the medicine.]

That’s all? You don’t seem any better.

Uh...they say it takes time.

[Sena blinks oddly, like he's not completely focused.]

Like...it looks like you get better but you're not and if you get hit again while concussed you like. Die instantly.

[Yep. You can definitely tell he's a little out of it if he's saying something like this so nonchalantly...and with accompanying hand motions and sound effects. Boosh.]

So I'm supposed to rest until the headaches are gone or something like that?

[Michael cocks his head and fixes Sena with an oddly intense stare, as if he's trying to figure out how likely you are to die instantly at this exact moment.]

I thought you weren't supposed to sleep, though.

[Sena blinks owlishly back, eyes wide and glassy. He seems to be aware that he's getting stared down intensely, but it's just not...processing.]

Why wouldn't I be sleeping?

Because of the concussion. Isn't that a thing? I know I've heard it, but I'll admit that fixing injured humans isn't my forte.

Uh...I heard it was the opposite. Like...resting is the best cure for it?

Well, if the nurses say so...

[But he sounds doubtful. Do they even have like, actual human doctors anywhere in Sinnoh? He hasn't seen a single hospital.]

That's fine. I'll keep an eye on it. [he'll just WATCH YOU SLEEP SENA]

Um. Okay.

[Bleary staredown.]

...How?

[Do you have demon wisdom to share. Are you gonna look into his head or something. watching him sleep doesn't seem like something that even crosses his mind, Michael can practically see the visions of a demonic looking old man zapping a sleeping Sena's head with magic demon powers or something.]

Well, you know I can see in nine dimensions?

[Technically, this is true! He can't really do it right now, but he's only mentioned that loss of ability once or twice and he's sort of banking on Sena not remembering.

For some reason. Not lying about this would also have been a totally valid option. But this is what we're doing now.]

[Look, when would lying ever not be an option?]

...Huh? I've got a dimension inside my head?

[That's weird. You're weird, Michael.]

No - what? No.

[How would that even work]

Look, don't worry about it, I've got it handled. [gdi now he's gonna have to watch Sena sleep. Probably only for a little bit though; if he's gonna die because of it, he'd do it pretty fast, right?]

[Sena waves a finger, like he's trying to point something out, but there's nothing tangible to point out so it looks like aimless rambling.]

Then why'd you say that? What kinda dimension lets you see into someone's head or something? Is it a mental dimension? Or a dream one? A dream dimension would be...pretty weird...

[He knows his own dreams. They get...

They're something.

He forgot what point he was trying to make here. Everything's fuzzy.]

Let's not focus on who can spy on whose dreams - it's more of a sense of your physical inner workings. It's not really brain-focused. Usually I just ignore it, because it's gross and I don't need to know what everybody ate for breakfast that morning.

[I really hate that most of this is canon]

But I'm sure I could spot an incoming brain hemorrhage, or whatever it is that kills you.

Oh.

[Incredible. Amazing. He still doesn't get it, but okay.]

So like a...body scan? [Weird.]

Sure.

[It's fine? It's close enough.]

So, if I think you look like death is approaching, I'll wake you up. Deal?

...Deal!

[He says that a little too brightly for someone who should be half-conscious, honestly. That's rectified soon enough, because he furrows his brow, seemingly thinking about something.]

So, uh...if it doesn't work and I die, will I see you in hell later or something?

[...Definitely out of it.]

Oh, I doubt it. All this dimension stuff is so screwed up, I'm not sure what would happen. But don't worry - I'd grab you on my way out of here, if you weren't a ghost Pokemon by then.

[He doesn't know what your Earth does, so this actually does seem like a nice thing to do to him. Being in hell with a demon friend is far better than being there without one.]

[Sena has no idea either, since he's never seen anyone die. But it would probably be something very shonen and used in some football ability somewhere like a legacy type of thing.

Sports manga are weird.]

Um...thanks, I think?

You're welcome.

[Michael, at least, seems to think that's an appropriate response?]

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