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Sycamore knows the man as soon as he lays eyes on him. Not the important things, exactly, not what Pokémon he likes or how he takes his tea.
But Sycamore knows he’s looking at a man who thinks he alone can save the world. https://twitter.com/medichamcham/status/1390794703390531584
But Sycamore knows he’s looking at a man who thinks he alone can save the world. https://twitter.com/medichamcham/status/1390794703390531584
He wants to avoid the man. He’s still got a place in his chest that aches sometimes, thinking about the visionary he used to know. Sycamore is emotional, sensitive. He bonds with people who disappoint him and he needs to learn to stop.
But he’s always been attracted to light.
But he’s always been attracted to light.
Lysandre shone like the sun. He was fiery like the sun, too, passionate and determined in everything he did. He was so bright Sycamore could barely stand to look at him, even as he grew closer to him and basked in his warmth.
The man here shines, too. He shines the way stones do in Reflection Cave, with a quiet power and admiration.
The man introduces himself as Rose.
The man introduces himself as Rose.
It’s frightening, almost, how quickly they bond. Rose talks about Macro Cosmos’ scientific efforts, about the challengers he’s endorsed. He takes Sycamore’s hand and points out the callus on his right middle finger, caused by years of writing. He says he likes it.
Who wouldn’t love a man like Rose, someone who uses his wealth and influence for good, someone who notices the small things, someone who shines so beautifully?
Before he can think about it, he invites Rose to visit Kalos again next summer. He says it’s when the Florges grow their gardens most beautifully, but they both know that’s only a pretext.
Rose smiles and promises to come.
Rose smiles and promises to come.
Two summers later, when dark clouds gather over Galar and the Dynamax lights go up like signal flares, Sycamore pretends he doesn’t notice.
