[It's like that first day. That first moment. When the doors open and the ancient robot towered over him -- the huge, overwhelming presence of it. That same sort of uncertainty, hope and apprehension all rolled into one. It feels exactly like that moment, even with his legs wobbling, with the pokemon around them and the sound of the surf and frightened civilians in his ears.]
[He can't take his eyes off it. Or what it managed to do.]
[And for a second, he wonders if the tightness in his lungs is from the heat or something else.]
... Thank you.
[Shiro has no idea if Moltres can even hear him, and his voice sounds hoarse, even to his ears. But it just saved them. All of them. He, Heather, and all their pokemon.]
[And, you know, sit down in the process. But hey. He managed to thank the creature, right?]
Can you stop them? All of them? [Can it save the rest of the people here?]
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[He can't take his eyes off it. Or what it managed to do.]
[And for a second, he wonders if the tightness in his lungs is from the heat or something else.]
... Thank you.
[Shiro has no idea if Moltres can even hear him, and his voice sounds hoarse, even to his ears. But it just saved them. All of them. He, Heather, and all their pokemon.]
[And, you know, sit down in the process. But hey. He managed to thank the creature, right?]
Can you stop them? All of them? [Can it save the rest of the people here?]