[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.
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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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