[ Clefable, to her credit, is as sweet and gentle as any of her kind. She waves happily, recognizing the Kahuna, and paying no mind to the Persian at his side.
Lusamine stands straight and turns around, meeting his dark stare with her sharp, eclectic one. He doesn't understand-- none of the Kahuna's have ever understood, or even tried to. She's sure that they'll fight against the Ultra Beasts when they're let into the realm of Alola. The thought makes her bite her lower lip. ]
Much longer than that, Kahuna. [ there may have been a time when Lusamine held the Kahuna's in respect, and even enjoyed the traditions of Alola...but that time is gone, and has been gone for longer than it could have ever been around. ] You obviously have never had children of your own...but I have. They need constant guidance and guidelines. The represent so much of their parents...they represent so much more than they realize.
[ her smile is fake, and there's no point in keeping it to herself. ] They need me. Without me, they're going to be lonesome...they won't ever feel the warmth of the sun, or the gentle breeze off the ocean.
My children deserve that, and so much more.
[ a monologue practiced a thousand times. More than that, in a mirror of a white room, where a large, cloudy white bed remains empty, as if no one had ever laid there. ]
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Lusamine stands straight and turns around, meeting his dark stare with her sharp, eclectic one. He doesn't understand-- none of the Kahuna's have ever understood, or even tried to. She's sure that they'll fight against the Ultra Beasts when they're let into the realm of Alola. The thought makes her bite her lower lip. ]
Much longer than that, Kahuna. [ there may have been a time when Lusamine held the Kahuna's in respect, and even enjoyed the traditions of Alola...but that time is gone, and has been gone for longer than it could have ever been around. ] You obviously have never had children of your own...but I have. They need constant guidance and guidelines. The represent so much of their parents...they represent so much more than they realize.
[ her smile is fake, and there's no point in keeping it to herself. ] They need me. Without me, they're going to be lonesome...they won't ever feel the warmth of the sun, or the gentle breeze off the ocean.
My children deserve that, and so much more.
[ a monologue practiced a thousand times. More than that, in a mirror of a white room, where a large, cloudy white bed remains empty, as if no one had ever laid there. ]