”They’re Pokémon”, Whitney corrected Felt. She nodded to his sword, which was clearly a rather interesting creature, but made almost more sense than a sword which didn’t have a mind. Why would anyone carry around just a piece of sharpened metal and use it as a weapon? There were so many things which could stop a thing like that cold. The speaking sword with additional powers was definitely more intelligent choice.
”And most of the Pokémon listen their trainer”, she added even though she was not entirely sure about what Felt wanted to hear. The word control sounded kind of wrong, a bit like she took away their own will, which wasn’t the case. And saying that most of the Pokémon listen their trainers made training Pokémon sound really easy. “Making your Pokémon listen to you is not the most challenging part of my profession. What is important in terms of battling is training your Pokémon to be strong and seeing their potential and how to bring it out”, she said in the end.
She wasn’t sure if she should still add something. It was sort of frustrating to think about her every word so much. Whitney wanted to be at home where people seemed to adore her no matter what she said.
“And my Pokémon don’t seem to be hurt, thank you. Bibarel lost one PP but I guess that… thing doesn’t heal it, and it’s not a big deal anyway”, Whitney said and tried her best to hide her amazement. She guessed that making odd-looking healing items out of nothing was a norm for him and didn’t want to look like an idiot. Whitney didn’t come to think that it was likely a bit too late, considering her earlier behaviour. Moreover, she really failed to look calm. Whitney rarely attempted to hide her feelings. Her voice stumbled a bit and her eyes resembled the ones of a Jigglypuff by their size. After a too long pause she added that it might be useful later. She had even forgotten that the alchemist boy might not know that PPs, Power Points, told how many times a move could be used.
Sazh’s explanation about viewer caused a pretty normal reaction in her. “Is this viewer a Giratina who is controlling a Jirachi?” she shouted out as her initial reaction. This really seemed like a work of the distortion Pokémon who was controlling Jirachi the wish maker. The girl didn’t have time to notice that she had failed to act adequately before Sazh mentioned dying, when she got something else to think about.
“I don’t want to die!” she shouted and started to weep. Well, it had been a while since the last time. She couldn’t care less about a neat looking hotel, Goldenrod City was all she wished for.
Whitney couldn’t feel ki, but it was easy to see that the horn drill was terrifying. The girl was too frightened to even shout, she just stared and trembled in fear as her tears dropped to the ground, one by one. Her Girafarig could feel the power it radiated, as she was a psychic type. She came out of her Poké ball and tried to stand up to protect her trainer for her trainer. The power was just too enormous. She couldn’t do anything but pray that nothing would happen.
And then it was over as soon as it had started. Whitney started to weep audibly again, like a CD had just been put to a pause and play was pressed again. Girafarig could again stand and move properly. It seemed that her prayer was answered. Nothing bad had happened.