Lucas was exhausted.
That was not to say he was tired; on the contrary the Chesto Berry shake he was hurridely inhaling was doing wonders to keep him awake. But the Avatar was mentally burned out from all the nonsense of the night before: once Xerneas had its presence subdued, Lucas had cornered Huang using the incident as the perfect example. This had resulted in something of a tense debate between the CEO and the Guardian, which had ultimately resulted in the poor Porygon Z being subdued in a chokehold and yet another of Lucas's ivory locks being shorn away.
He gave a quiet yawn and shook his head, navigating his way through the bustling crowds towards the center of the float route where Justine, Mayor Mayer and several other city officials would view the parade.
The rest of the night had been spent watching over the hallway where the rest of the Avatars slept, watching vigilant over them. Whether he was protecting people from them, or them from people, Lucas did not know. He caught himself giving a sombre nod when he caught glimpse of the Mew float, but could not keep his gaze.
It was too painful.
He stepped quietly onto the viewing platform, coming the stand alongside the Mayor. He ignored the glare of distrust sent his way by a certain Porygon, instead choosing to keep his attention focused on the crowds infront. Concrete barriers seperate them from the main float route, and every so often was a small cadre of security. How useless...
Lucas leaned down and whispered quietly in Mayor Mayer ear. "It's not enough," he spoke softly, as he placed his hand on the man's shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. "It will never be. How could it? A single flap of my wings could have drowned a continent..." the Avatar warned. "And you gathered ten of us."
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