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The ends justify the means. [He's more than eager to slide his jacket back on again; Hilda gets one last glimpse of the state he's in before he looks perfectly normal, as if nothing happened but the big red R.] I don't care what I have to do to reach my goals. Never have.

What are your goals? What could they possibly be, that you couldn't achieve them with your determination?

It's none of your business. [How many times does he have to say it?]

I'm making it my business. You never stopped being who you are to me.

[So she's not backing up out of your space!]

I'm going to crush them. It's my business anyway. And I'll take you away from them, you are so much more than this!

Over my dead body. I'm not letting you come in and ruin everything we've worked for.

Tell me what you're working towards! Because what I know of what will happen, I have to intervene.

So you can stop me and go home satisfied and reassured that you did the right thing? So another hero can crush everything we care about again? So you can tell me that I'm wrong and try to convince me with your fists?

So I can stop you, and leave this world with the hero it deserves. So that this world doesn't end up enslaved, brutalized, and controlled!

...I should have killed you while I had the chance.

You wouldn't kill me.

You can't even punch me in the face.

Because I'm weak.

[And on that note, he turns to leave.]

[Not a chance, she's grabbing the back of your shirt collar.]

You're not. You're too nice, for that.

You're strong. You're so strong. Don't believe me? Battle me. Fair fight, no legendaries, one-on-one. I won't relent until you do.

There's no point. [He doesn't even stop her, against his better judgement.] Strong or weak, right or wrong.

When we're done with what we need to do, maybe we can give up Team Rocket. Maybe not. I gave up on caring a long time ago.

There must be some other way. What could you possibly be doing? I can't believe you haven't found something!

[She's raising her voice, pulling his shirt, getting angry yet again.]

You're supposed to be a hero! --No, no you are a hero. You're my hero - the hero that stood at my side when we fought Kyurem. When we took out those last stragglers of Plasma that we could find. When you died protecting Unova from Genesect, and I brought you back to life!

What is it that you can't do? Because I think you're full of shit, you can do anything!

[He... He did what?...?]

[...]

...Fine. I'll tell you what I can't do.

I can't control people's wills, I can't fight against the people I care about, I can't comfort them or make things okay, I can't stop them, I can't make things better...

And I can't be alone.

You're not supposed to control people... shit, that's pretty much the only reason The Dude runs with me. You can't control anything, you have to lead. You have to walk ahead, and be proud, and they'll follow. But if you're doing something that hurts people, then you're wrong. Even if there's sometimes good in it, it's still wrong.

And you... you're not just anybody, Silver. You're Silver. You're one of the few that will ever have the power to find the way that doesn't hurt anyone.

[She moves her grip from his shirt to his shoulder, trying to turn him around.]

You can make things better. And you don't have to be alone. I'm here, now, and whatever it is you think you can't do... now you have me to help you. But you have to take the high road. You have to be everything that a man is supposed to be.

My father's the leader of Team Rocket. We haven't heard from him in years. My sister joined Team Rocket. There's nothing I can do for her anymore.

I'm here for my best friend. Maybe you could've helped if you were here years ago. We want to do what you just did right now. [To save someone's life despite all odds. To do what nothing else could.] But it's too late now. Gold doesn't even realize what he's doing is wrong. He won't listen to reason. I tried.

I'd rather stand with who I care about doing something I hate than stand alone and try to figure out what's wrong and right. That's all I'm good for. That's all I can do to help or protect them. If there was a time that I was ever as good as you're making me out to be, I don't remember it.

We have to get your sister away from it. And Gold... that guy's like you, too, he shouldn't be straying down the wrong path.

Let's start, Silver. Let's fight. Raise your fist with mine, we'll set things to the best conclusion.

[He stares at Hilda. He stares at her for a while. That answer sounds just like something she would say.

But he shakes his head- just once- before attempting to leave again.]

[She'll grab his wrist, so grabby! And pull him back.]

Then give me a smooch. Next time we meet, I'll be beating you until you're unconscious so that I can take out Team Rocket.

[Hilda this is not how you pick-up-line]

[...You want a what?

Oh please god no he doesn't need to deal with this right now-

This time he just tugs his hand away and takes off for real, but not before looking extremely confused and conflicted.

Hilda...]

[Hilda just laughs as he makes his escape, tipping her hat at Silver's Pokémon as they inevitably follow their trainer.

She'll make her mark on this world, for sure, Silver. It will be totally ridiculous and make for a terrible narrative, but it'll be distinctly Hilda.]

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