[♞] - They don’t want to hate their Hero - they really don’t. They want to believe there’s some kind of good left in him. That he still wanted to help them. 

    But then again, they didn’t want things to turn out like this, either. 

    Zekrom is beginning to wonder if this really is a better alternative to the Dark Stone. At first, it seemed like a good deal - they would help N and Team Plasma. They would battle Reshiram. And once humans were separated from pokemon, they could walk free. How stupid they were to buy that. They’re well aware that they’re being used - if not by N, then by Plasma as a whole - and they can’t do a thing about it. They leave, make one mistake, get hurt, and it’s right back into the Dark Stone. And without their Hero, their chance of getting out again is about zero. 

    As miserable as this is, at least it isn’t that. It isn’t the silence and loneliness of the past centuries. It’s an improvement, if only just barely. They play along when they have to, holding onto that hope - that they’ll be free sooner or later, genuinely free. That - maybe - N cares enough to find a way to break the seal on the Dark Stone. That’s the thought in their mind when he approaches them: just play along. It’ll work out sooner or later.

    “So - what now?”

[♚]--

             N blinked, looking over at Zekrom.              He honestly always felt a bit weird              with Zekrom’s human form, but              only because he hadn’t known              until recently that they had one.              It honestly made things a bit easier              though, he’d give it that. An eyebrow             was raised at their question. After             after all, hadn’t he explained it all?             Then again, there had been a lot             of things going on recently, so he             guessed he shouldn’t be surprised.

                      “Well, first we should probably focus                       on getting everyone to release their                       Pokemon. If we force the separation,                       then we’ll just get more opposition,                       and it’ll just make things harder in the                       long run....” He was then silent for                       a few moments, his eyes gazing at                       the book and papers on the desk in                       front of him. After a bit, he spoke up.

                                                   “Zekrom, what all do you know about                                                    the stones....?”

In the end,               I              d i d n ’ t                      S O L V E                               a  T H I N G                                           A T  A L L - -

Put a ❣ in my inbox, and your muse will get... (awkward valentine's version!)

          ❝If you are truly guiltless, you have             no reason to fear me. Even then, I             do not come to deliver Judgment             down upon you.❞

   What type of scandal could a minor    commit? Surely, no knowledge of    nefarious deeds hid within that mind…

[♟]--

         Oh, he felt guilty all right. But....             his intentions had been good? He             doubt that excused Team Plasma's             actions, though. However, he             blinked up at Arceus, surprised.             "You aren't? If you don't mind me             asking, what are you here for then?"

"Not from what I heard. I think they can walk just fine. And what I read, when people get cold, they use their droppings as… warmers." Drake shuddered. 

Why would anyone in their right mind put poop on them just to stay warm?

[♟]--

         "I know that last part. Darumaka and             Darmanitan have really high internal             body temperatures, even for Fire-types,             so when they're still an egg, you have             to keep them warm at all times."

                           "Considering the fact that Zoroark                                     found her as an egg abandoned in                                     the snow, I'm sure you can tell why                                     I'm worried."

                  "And that was in ancient times, there                         weren't exactly many ways to keep                         warm back then."

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harry-t-osborn:

You were my sunshine                                       My only sunshine                                                                           You made me happy                                                                                                            When skies were grey                                                                     You never knew dear                                How much I loved you Why did you take                             my                                  sunshine                                                  away