Walter wakes up eventually, feeling like someone's punched him in the brain - but not hard enough, since he actually remembers most of what just happened.
He lies there for a moment, letting it wash over him with a sense of growing horror.
Muriel snaps him out of it with a worried grunt. Walter waves off the Drapion's concern, which doesn't entirely reassure her but convinces her to return to her Pokeball. With that done...]
Hoy. Hoy, Flynn. [LET ME SING YOU THE SONG OF YOUR PEOPLE. That song is "hoy". Wake your sad ass up already.]
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Walter wakes up eventually, feeling like someone's punched him in the brain - but not hard enough, since he actually remembers most of what just happened.
He lies there for a moment, letting it wash over him with a sense of growing horror.
Muriel snaps him out of it with a worried grunt. Walter waves off the Drapion's concern, which doesn't entirely reassure her but convinces her to return to her Pokeball. With that done...]
Hoy. Hoy, Flynn. [LET ME SING YOU THE SONG OF YOUR PEOPLE. That song is "hoy". Wake your sad ass up already.]