Aries

Will, you look at the Future?

"You would know, more than anybody else, why it is so important he doesn't remember, right?"

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"Fear."

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"...Why show me this?"

"Lance embraces his fear. He understood why."

"But you didn't. You were to be perfect."
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"But he never expected that from you. He saw beneath your facade."

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"You did it with him, until, until when?"

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"He tries to teach me empathy, but you aren't trying to do that."

"No. I am not." .. "What do you think I'm teaching you?"

"To escape my armour."

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Three knocks, pause, two knocks. Lance opened the door to the man in the doorway, who bowed and spun that new cane he had recently received in his right hand. He wore his signature black tailcoat, magenta sleeves and leggings, and a masquerade mask that concealed his identity. The Dragon Master let out a relieved sigh at the psychic trainer's presence, who gave him a tilted smile. The hotel in Vermillion had been the best accommodation they could have found, but even then, Lance had found the silence suffocating.

At least Will responded to his messages. Sabrina had gone off the radar- and Lance didn't want to chase the gym leader anymore. The lilac-haired trainer frowned, rapping Lance on the side of his skull gently with his cane.

"Something troubles you. I can tell that one for certainty!" Will cheerfully stated. "So it's not some emergency training that has you bothered."

Lance deadpanned at the Elite Four member, shutting the door behind him as Will gracefully walked through the room. Rosa's ball was thrown half-hazard on the table along with his phone.

"Will. Can Xatu help me with something?" Lance looked up. Will's expression darkened, suitably so. "The future is clouded for a reason. But, if needed, I will assist."

He let out his lead Xatu- the more powerful one, and the weaker one. The two Psychic types stood side by side, as Will bowed to his Pokemon. Lance stood still, examining the Pokemon with a stern expression. Will called them. "Apollo, Phoebe. Lance has requested to seek the future for answers, so please follow his next request."

"Look into Steven's future, you have seen him before, right? What do you see?" Lance asked, trying to ignore the fear that slipped into the slightly hasty way he spoke. Will looked at Lance strangely.

Phoebe and Apollo glowed in synchronisation, freezing in place as the cyan blue filled their eyes. Apollo- the weaker of the two Xatu, opened his eyes rather suddenly, frantically flapping his wings.

"Apo- Mew above, are you alright?" Will ran to try to soothe the Psychic type, who could only give slow nods. Apollo the Xatu dipped his head as Phoebe cooed gently as she seemed to escape her view of the future. The older Xatu bonked Lance gently.

Lance took a long breath. "Is he right? Does Mewtwo exist?"

Will choked on nothing, coughing loudly in startlement as he gave Lance a crazy look. Apollo chirped in affirmation, while Phoebe's feminine, cold and empty telepathic voice spoke and echoed across the space.

"Death, The Devil, The Moon. That is what the Twins decreed." Phoebe began. "I searched amongst the Moon for her answer, but it hurts too much to continue."