[ —oh, no. on top of crying, yachi makes this sort of . . . rising, croaking squeaky sound. it’s so cute. it gave her a piece of its own cloth . . . !!! ]

Thank you so much, o-oh my God. [ drying the wet corners of her eyes and down the stains of her cheeks, yachi nods to mando. ] I-I was planning to go from here, after Prom since it’s— I think there’s a short cut? I hope she’s there, I . . .

She was part of the team I always used, for most Gym Battles. She was such a hard hitter . . . ! And I was afraid of her when we first met!