[ What a nice addition the flowers were to the illusion, that of Red's form fading back into his presence self with his smile still intact.

He's about to answer, the first letter of a word dying as a hum in his throat as he reconsiders.

But he nods, returns a little more confident. ] Right. Though, I'm a far away from a lot of them now. [ He lifts a hand, as if holding a ball inside it. ] Articuno should have come with me here. But a trainer's never showed up here with six pokémon.

[ Did it count? He flattens his hand, does away with what isn't there, eyeing Komaeda curiously. ]

Do you know that feeling too?