[It should be a familiar voice, and now it's attached to a face! Granted, one partly obscured by a lack of light reaching the pokegear. But it's her, Rakka, and she's not having a good time by the looks of it.]
N-no, she--! [She stops herself. Shouting could only make it worse so Rakka's voice lowers to above a whisper.]
...She wouldn't hurt me. We're friends. We... we were friends.
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N-no, she--! [She stops herself. Shouting could only make it worse so Rakka's voice lowers to above a whisper.]
...She wouldn't hurt me. We're friends. We... we were friends.