[But she has grown up, against all odds. Not that there isn't plenty more ground to cover, but hey. Perfection is, indeed, only for Arceus.]
[When the spark of light blooms in the air in front of her, her eyes widen a little and she steps back, reflexively-- even with the emotional maturation and everything, gods are still hella [unsure] territory for any Silent Hill survivor-- but then the locket visibly materializes, and she finds herself holding out a hand under it without even meaning to.]
Wh-- ... for me?
[No, dingus, the chick over there with the hat full of live Oddishes.]
[Realizing the answer to her own question already, she plucks it gently from the air and clasps the tiny chain around her neck. It can join the one her father had given her so long ago.]
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[But she has grown up, against all odds. Not that there isn't plenty more ground to cover, but hey. Perfection is, indeed, only for Arceus.]
[When the spark of light blooms in the air in front of her, her eyes widen a little and she steps back, reflexively-- even with the emotional maturation and everything, gods are still hella [unsure] territory for any Silent Hill survivor-- but then the locket visibly materializes, and she finds herself holding out a hand under it without even meaning to.]
Wh-- ... for me?
[No, dingus, the chick over there with the hat full of live Oddishes.]
[Realizing the answer to her own question already, she plucks it gently from the air and clasps the tiny chain around her neck. It can join the one her father had given her so long ago.]
... Thank you.
[From the very bottom of her heart.]