[Naturally, Arceus doesn't say anything. But there's a bit of fading warmth in that locket that might almost feel like a you're welcome, with a bit of a stretch to the imagination.
That's the uncanny thing about the future, isn't it, little one? No matter what, people always keep moving forward — and the people we are one day might only be a fading memory by the next time we meet again. Who ever can say?
With a slight arc of its head, Arceus seems to indicate the other legendary in its midst. Perhaps it and you, little deer-legs, aren't so dissimilar.
There's still that outstanding question lingering, isn't there: what will the both of you do next? Only time will tell...]
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That's the uncanny thing about the future, isn't it, little one? No matter what, people always keep moving forward — and the people we are one day might only be a fading memory by the next time we meet again. Who ever can say?
With a slight arc of its head, Arceus seems to indicate the other legendary in its midst. Perhaps it and you, little deer-legs, aren't so dissimilar.
There's still that outstanding question lingering, isn't there: what will the both of you do next? Only time will tell...]