[ When the recording begins, there's no clear background noise. There's a soft sound of breath at times, but the device isn't close enough to pick up a rhythm. It takes a few seconds for a voice to speak. ]
Green... I know you don't know me... and to you, I'm just some kid. Us being the only two pokémon trainers here doesn't mean we have to get along. Back home, him and me...
[ Inhale, exhale. The pause isn't long. ]
The Green I know, we don't get along either. He'd always call me slow and stupid, even before we stopped hanging out. I think things changed a little after our last match, but I don't know. I think maybe -- maybe he sees me as an actual rival now. That I'm not as worthless as he used to say.
[ The words come so easily despite the emotion in each one, and the fact that it wasn't even a subject he planned to bring up. But there wasn't any plan in his phonecall - only a want. A longing. A need for something normal, and in a place it doesn't entirely exist.
He deliberately waits a few seconds this time before continuing. ]
But I didn't call you to talk about him. You're not him -- you're you, and I don't know you. I don't know anything about you or what you've been through here. But I still... [ ... ] I want to... because you're the closest person to home.
[ His voice lowers, already soft from the breaks between his words. ]
I don't want to do this without you, Green.
[ There's nothing but a silence, until the sound of rustling and movement, and then-
day-night 111
[ When the recording begins, there's no clear background noise. There's a soft sound of breath at times, but the device isn't close enough to pick up a rhythm. It takes a few seconds for a voice to speak. ]
Green... I know you don't know me... and to you, I'm just some kid. Us being the only two pokémon trainers here doesn't mean we have to get along. Back home, him and me...
[ Inhale, exhale. The pause isn't long. ]
The Green I know, we don't get along either. He'd always call me slow and stupid, even before we stopped hanging out. I think things changed a little after our last match, but I don't know. I think maybe -- maybe he sees me as an actual rival now. That I'm not as worthless as he used to say.
[ The words come so easily despite the emotion in each one, and the fact that it wasn't even a subject he planned to bring up. But there wasn't any plan in his phonecall - only a want. A longing. A need for something normal, and in a place it doesn't entirely exist.
He deliberately waits a few seconds this time before continuing. ]
But I didn't call you to talk about him. You're not him -- you're you, and I don't know you. I don't know anything about you or what you've been through here. But I still... [ ... ] I want to... because you're the closest person to home.
[ His voice lowers, already soft from the breaks between his words. ]
I don't want to do this without you, Green.
[ There's nothing but a silence, until the sound of rustling and movement, and then-
it ends. ]