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[break]How long had he been blindly driving himself to this point? A little foresight back then might have been useful. How many years had he struggled to achieve what he thought to be greatness, what he'd always thought to be greatness?

[break][break]The airhorn sounded off on the ferry and the teenager scowling over the rails could only resolve a semblance of an answer to no one but himself. "Too many." 'Too many' were also the bad memories of Kanto, and home just wasn't 'home' anymore.

[break][break]He had tasted victory; drank in its nectar and didn't bother to wipe its moisture from his lips. "Why bother?" He once thought. The nectar would be on his lips again soon enough. It always was. He only wanted more. He drank and drank until he'd had his fill only to find before long the thirst was back and stronger than ever.

[break][break]He pushed and pushed and never said die, even after all of his partners already had. He shed tears for what he left behind, for what he could not bring with him. Who he could not bring with him. His days as a teenager were over. They had started along with his days as a trainer; it was only right they both end together as well.

[break][break]He clutched the Cover Fossil in his hands. His last keepsake from the Island. He wasn't sure where he was going but he knew it would be better than here. Anywhere, would be better than here.

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