[Game Thread] Lord Windos’ PokeRole Adventure 2: The Wild Lands

[Lord Windos]

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Oz get silence for a while, listening to every word from the dandy man, kinda of surprised to his route of rational. He truly looks like a good person.

After he finishes his words and makes his question, Oz for a second, and then look again at the horizon.

"...I will answer both of your questions since you have been honest."

"Why I think I less deserving: Well...this is kinda related to my area of work, healing. I a medic, and I make a path to do my best to help people with my healing knowledge. But...*Sigh* Let's just say some years my best was not enough. And then when people try to help me..."

Oz remember the memory trigger with her last interaction with Seddi, corpses around her, and the shadow above her, ready to kill her.

"They paid a terrible price because I was not enough...Because I failed to them..." She once again put her head between her legs. "...I think I less deserving because I not good enough. And everyone who try to help, either get hurt or worse. A person offer himself a helping hand, and I genuine thinks he wants to help." She grab her own arms and cried a bit. "...I truly wanted to accept his hand...But...I just...can't. I scared to just think of the slight possibility to him, or anyone else who get closer to me. My mind just...can't deal with the possibility of something horrible to happen."

She looks at her hands. "These hands I wanted to be ones capable of save life's, to heal." She clangs her hands. "But all they do is hurt."

She then looks at him and tell him. "My very existence...is a curse...And I think I better in be alone." She put her face again in her legs.

The smile on the groovy man vanishes once you open up to him, going completely silent as you shared a fraction of the age of Pain you've Endured. His expression is solemn, yet thoughtful throughout and - above all else - respectful and non-judgemental. He chews the inside of his check for awhile, trying to find the right words as you burried yourself in your own guilt and stewed once more.

"....Heck for it. S'might get walloped for this, but I ain't going let you eat yourself alive."

And without any warning the dandy man pulls you up and off the ground and onto your feet, no doubt startling you in the process (and maybe indeed landing a punch or kick on him). He grips you by the shoulders, looks you dead in the eye, and simply says this:

"No, honey, you're a blessing."

He pauses for a moment, letting that sink in, before continuing unFlinchingly.

"Lady, if you're a true-blue medic, you're a life saver. A literal life saver. Don't let anyone tell ya different. Don't let yourself kill your drive to do such good and do it better. *Sighs* I don't know Inferno scorched you raw to make you so Timid about the gifts you have. Something horrible, no doubt. Maybe fucking up one too many times on the job, but the feeling I get from ya makes me doubt that. Whatever it is, it's got you all twisted up like a Binding Band about to burst, and given you enough of a Grudge against yourself that a Banette would be impressed.

"*Sighs Heavily, Closing Eyes* ...Sometimes, people and Mons will get hurt or worse, and their won't be anything you can do to help them. Sometimes what you do could make things harder on them, or end up causing things to spiral further out of control. Sometimes....you got to make hard decisions, the sort no one wants to make, but you have to if someone is going to make it out alright. And sometimes....sometimes people get hurt or die, and their isn't anything you can do about it. All part and parcel when your a doc of any sort, and none of it ever gets easier with time or experience, if I had to make a guess..."

The dandy man opens his eyes once more, an expression of pure Determination lighting him up like a veritable LED of firm support.

"You can't let it stop you, though. Cant cripple ya, or prevent you from connecting with others. You got to keep moving, one step at time. Take time to sort yourself out. Resolve yourself not to screw up so badly n'gain. Learn and be better so that what happened never happens again, even if all the Beliaddons come out of the woodworks to make your life hell. 'Cause giving up entirely? You're helping no-one, least of all yourself. It'll be hard. Hopeless, maybe. Hollowing, no doubt. But you can't let it drown you. You can't. And if it turns out you're not cut out for the job you saddled yourself with? That it's just too much to Bearwar, or all the hard work in the world ain't cutting it for you no more? Ditch it, and start over. Find something else that fulfil ya, brings light in yours and others worlds. Above all else don't let pain and tragedy stop you from living the life you want to live.

"After all, we only got one life to live , so we got to make the best of it. If not for yourself, then for those that count on ya. The one you have now...and the ones you once had. They don't want you being so Dark and blue like this. I, Dandy Extraordinare, an almost complete stranger, don't want you like this. And, I bet, deep down, I bet you don't want this either.

"Why I'm so sure of that? *Chuckles* 'Cause you care, sheela. Care enough to hear this speedster out. Care enough to worry about the future of everyone 'round you 'fore yourself. Care enough to want to be better, even if your letting yourself get Mummified by your doubts and regrets. 

"You care, sheela. You want to be better. You will be greater. All you need is just a little time and little effort to get there. *Winks* And maybe a little push from your friends, and a dandy ol' stranger like me, yeah?"