[At first, it was just a notebook. A notebook, someone's notebook, he should just leave it to be found.
Then his insatiable need to experience things kicked in. It was like an addiction. Just the cover, a few words, a page, the whole thing. Something he discovered. Something he didn't have Gold simply tell him. And he wanted to remember all of it. Every last word.
So here he sits, reading his other self's notebook. At this point, he's read through it once, read every line twice, three times, and is going through it a second time.]
...Feraligatr... Adamant nature, proud of its power... Meganium... Lax nature, strong willed...
[It's... that version of himself. The one who will wait days for an answer. He's not just reading it: he's pouring over it, putting each and every word to memory.
Silver doesn't say anything. But really, he doesn't have to. His ever-present static is a low, angry hum that pops and cracks violently at the sight of this other self reading that notebook.
He has no right. It's none of his business. Why hasn't he stopped reading it. Why, why, why, why, why --]
[He recgonizes that static clearly. And he stops reading, his eyes glazing over the pages now. But he still stares at the notebook when he starts to speak.]
How did you do it? [His tone is blank, as usual. But the hesitance in his words is gone. He sounds calculative. Cold. He might as well be asking what two and two equals. Fourteen thousand, eight hundred and eighty... Or more. Hundreds of pokemon.]
[Silver's fists clench at his sides. It's always like this. Always like this, always, always, always, always, always -- ]
What makes you think you have any right to ask that? Because you read -- [he gestures sharply towards the journal] -- that? [He laughs, bitterly.] Right. That must mean you understand me now.
Say. Was it an interesting read? Did you learn a lot? Or maybe you just laughed. Sometimes, when I read it, I can't stop laughing at how pathetic it is.
[Abruptly, the flaring static dies down as he bites down the anger. In an instant, his entire demeanor changes: instead of dangerously angry, he just seems... lost. Lost, and very tired.]
"You learn to accept that, in the end, it's all for nothing. That no matter what, you'll never win. Denying it, struggling against it... it's just a waste of time."
You learn to accept that, in the end, it's all for nothing. That no matter what, you'll never win. Denying it, struggling against it... It's just a waste of time.
Today, I learned something new. I didn't need you to tell me. I found out myself. But you won't hear that, will you? In the end... It's all for nothing. Denying it, struggling against it... Its just a waste of time.
[There's nothing polite about the way Silver takes that notebook back. He snatches it out of his other self's hands and takes a few steps back... only to start compulsively tearing out the pages of the notebook and throwing them to the ground.]
[A sight which will be made even more interesting once Silver, once satisfied by the size of the pile of paper, reaches into the pocket of his jacket for a box of campfire matches and wordlessly sets the torn pages on fire.]
[Once the fire gets going, Silver will wordlessly feed it, one by one, the rest of the pages, careful not to let it spread. He watches them burn, expression unreadable.]
Then his insatiable need to experience things kicked in. It was like an addiction. Just the cover, a few words, a page, the whole thing. Something he discovered. Something he didn't have Gold simply tell him. And he wanted to remember all of it. Every last word.
So here he sits, reading his other self's notebook. At this point, he's read through it once, read every line twice, three times, and is going through it a second time.]
...Feraligatr... Adamant nature, proud of its power... Meganium... Lax nature, strong willed...
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Silver doesn't say anything. But really, he doesn't have to. His ever-present static is a low, angry hum that pops and cracks violently at the sight of this other self reading that notebook.
He has no right. It's none of his business. Why hasn't he stopped reading it. Why, why, why, why, why --]
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[He recgonizes that static clearly. And he stops reading, his eyes glazing over the pages now. But he still stares at the notebook when he starts to speak.]
How did you do it? [His tone is blank, as usual. But the hesitance in his words is gone. He sounds calculative. Cold. He might as well be asking what two and two equals. Fourteen thousand, eight hundred and eighty... Or more. Hundreds of pokemon.]
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What makes you think you have any right to ask that? Because you read -- [he gestures sharply towards the journal] -- that? [He laughs, bitterly.] Right. That must mean you understand me now.
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[He stays still for a few moments and slowly shuts the other Silver's notebook.]
I'd apologize, but...
"I don't need your pity." "Give it back." "Why the hell are you, of all people, apologizing?"
Probably not the third one. You probably wouldn't care.
...I bet the more I talk, the more angry you'll get.
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"You learn to accept that, in the end, it's all for nothing. That no matter what, you'll never win. Denying it, struggling against it... it's just a waste of time."
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You learn to accept that, in the end, it's all for nothing. That no matter what, you'll never win. Denying it, struggling against it... It's just a waste of time.
Today, I learned something new. I didn't need you to tell me. I found out myself. But you won't hear that, will you? In the end... It's all for nothing. Denying it, struggling against it... Its just a waste of time.
...Pathetic.
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[Offers over the notebook.]
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