"I see him every day. Just another part of the route, like the Gallade who's always training by the entrance to Mt. Coronet. Every day, "What's your baby's name?" And he never remembers, and it just becomes another sound, like the Zubat leaving Mt. Coronet, or the rolling storms that became my daughter's first lullabies.

Then one day, I hear him crying. He tells me he's hungry, so I invite him inside to have a snack. I give him a spicy Pokéblock and some milk, and that satiates him. He asks if he can stay; "But, it's our daughter's bedtime, you have to go home now. Goodbye, buddy." He leaves, and I lock the door behind him, leaving him alone on the mountain path."

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"It's been 23 years, and I wish I had someone to apologize to. I don't think I could've saved you. But I could have done something. I could've invited you in rather than shutting you out. I didn't know your story when you were alive... but I can tell it now, and ask the world to remember your name... Symon Ronoh: The Ralts Left on the Mountain."

The audience erupted into cheers and clapping. "I don't wanna ask for a moment of silence, I wanna ask for a moment of noise! Make noise so he can hear you!" The crowd got louder in response. And at the back, a line figure was chuckling to herself.

"Wonder what he'd think of this," the Raichu snickered.