[Oof. If he remembered right, it's a Charmander. Cheren had told him, smartly pushing his too-big glasses up against the bridge of his four-and-a-half year old nose, that they were a rare fire-type lizard that loved to hide in the mountains of a faraway place called Kanto.]
It's all right. I don't do well with remembering things either. [An understatement, considering his condition, but -- people viewed him less differently the less he said about it. His journals always had that written in the very front, on the back of the cover.] What's a Reshiram?
[Relic noses Charmander with a curious cry before he assists his trainer in finding one of his two journals. And -- there, the filled one. Even if Hilbert's eyes have adjusted to what little light's leaking into the puzzle room, Charmander's tail flame is a very welcome source to help him read in.]
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It's all right. I don't do well with remembering things either. [An understatement, considering his condition, but -- people viewed him less differently the less he said about it. His journals always had that written in the very front, on the back of the cover.] What's a Reshiram?
[Relic noses Charmander with a curious cry before he assists his trainer in finding one of his two journals. And -- there, the filled one. Even if Hilbert's eyes have adjusted to what little light's leaking into the puzzle room, Charmander's tail flame is a very welcome source to help him read in.]