Absol was gone. He was gone. He was gone because of them and they were going to pay. Every single one. I flew with Absol to the surface and set him on the ground, placing a Protect around him so that no scavengers could get him. I flew so fast into the base that I broke the sound barrier. Placing yet another hasty Protect around Gallade and Lucario, I smashed a fist through a Cipher Peon, sending him flying into a wall so hard that the wall cracked. With a hoarse cry of primal rage and grief and sorrow and anger all mixed into one, I let loose a Psychic so powerful that it registered nearly a 9 on the Richter scale for miles, completely obliterating the entire underground facility, collapsing the cave it was located in and creating a massive sinkhole and nearly swallowing several buildings. The destruction created was massive, taking many innocent lives and ruining many more. But I didn't care. Every single Cipher agent and Peon was dead, many of them having been smashed by debris. They deserved it. Gallade and Lucario could only look on in fear. I let out another yell, to the heavens, and to any on the ground that could hear, before bursting into tears. Absol was gone. He was dead, never to return, and the Legends... The Legends had simply watched him die, uncaring. Their message was clear. They had abandoned us. They would no longer help us. We were on our own.

"You bastards! You knew this would happen, and you did nothing! You are as despicable as the ones who created me! You bastards!"

Gallade was pounding his fists on the spherical Protect, trying to get out. Lucario was calmly meditating. I finally let the Protect drop, and Gallade ran up to me.

"What the hell was that, you crazy bastard? You've killed almost a hundred people. The surface is in chaos because of this, and they won't recover for weeks. What the hell were you thinking?!"

"They killed him."

Gallade was snapped out of his rage for a moment. "What?"

I turned to him, with fire in my eyes. "They killed Absol! They cut off his horn and let him bleed out! They let his wound get infected and poison him! They killed him, and you know what I was thinking? I was thinking I was going to make every single one of them pay with their lives! I don't care what the consequence was! He died one of the most horrible, slow, and painful deaths possible, all because of them, and you're worrying about the fact that I showed them no mercy? Not one of them deserved mercy! Not one of them deserved to live! So I took matters into my own hands. Is that so wrong?"

Gallade stiffened. "I wasn't talking about them. I was talking about the ninety six innocents on the surface! Many of them were children! They had their entire lives to live! And you ended them, almost before they began! Do you not care? Have you no remorse? Answer me, damn you, ANSWER ME!"

I had no response. I simply didn't care. They needed to be punished, and they had been. End of story. It was done. I chose a path of action, the consequence had been paid. I had no remorse.

I laughed. "How dare you call anyone innocent? No one is innocent. They stood by and did nothing while harboring criminals below their feet. They're guilty by association."

Gallade turned his back to me. "I will help you on this mission against Cipher. After that, I make no guarantees." He began walking away.

"Is that a threat, son of Glaedor?" He stopped.

"Maybe it is, Shifter. Maybe it is."

I had calmed down after a while and began searching through the rubble of the base to find anything to suggest the Doctor's location. I got one word: Celadon. Of course he was being sheltered by Giovanni. Bastards watched each other's asses. The most complete report I had found had several mentions of 'the weapon' as well as myself. The only thing I could glean from that was that the good Doctor had created a counter to me.