"Cross." Heracross continued enthusiastically, encouraged by the Azurill's friendly response, apparently explaining something of great importance to the Azurill. "Heraa-cross."
Emerl returned the boy's nod before turning to observe the pok?mon. He seriously that doubted that there would be any trouble, but better safe than sorry. Maybe I should be more like Heracross... he mused for himself, watching the sheer joy that his pok?mon seemed to derive from this simple interaction He is strong and can fend for himself but is still open and friendly...But no, this is my way and I am not going to force my company on someone who doesn't wish it. he stiffled a forlorn sigh and kept walking in silence, his emerald eyes darting to the others now and then but not lingering on anyone.
No-one had ever needed him, no-one had ever wanted him. No-one but his pok?mon. Not even his parents, whom he had no recollection of meetingt. The orphanage people didn't want Emerl either, only keeping the boy because it was their job to do so. It was there that he had sworn never to rely on any human but himself, never to need another person again. It was a hard and lonely existence at times but he refused to give it up. Partially, he had to admit, out of fear for rejection, fear for being hurt again. He steeled his resolve and looked up again, fierce determination flaring up in his eyes as he looked upon Blaziken, always cool and composed, and Heracross, the jovial and talkative one, the two friends who had always been there for him, no matter what. And then there was Aggron, she hadn't been there as long the others but had always treated Emerl with kindness, like the son she never had. I didn't need anyone but my pok?mon to survive this far. he told himself, forcing the hurt and lonely expression of his face, And I certainly won't need anyone but them in the future.
