this island is in SHAMBLES. i mean RUINS.

[tidaldrum]

[no. literal ruins. it is an island of ruins. mythology nuts, ruin lovers, fossil collecters............ all are welcome!

anyone is welcome, actually. why? because there's a chance of finding a fossil!!!

as well as an equal amount of chances to find things that look like a fossil but aren't. like an old amber with nothing in it. incredible.

and wouldn't you know it, but there's a fossil revival lab on this island too! it's pretty unmanned, but there's books with instructions on how to revive your very own DESTRUCTIVE DINOSAUR MONSTER.

so hey! come on! make a friend! throw your enemy into one of the ruin's dozen puzzle rooms! ffall to your doom! whatever you want!

TREASURE AND RARE POKEMON AWAIT]

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[anterograded]

[He doesn't have to explain this often, but when he does -- it's clinical. They're facts doctors have told him; they're facts his mom has repeated; they're facts he keeps written in the very back of his journals.]

I have something called "anterograde amnesia". [He hesitates; not a lot of people were familiar with it, himself included.] It means I can't form new memories. What I know today, what I've learned, what I've felt... It'll all be gone by tomorrow.

[Hilbert stops completely, leaning against the wall. His tone shifts into something less factual.] I won't know you, or Charmander, or the Reshiram I'm going to meet. I'll only have notes about you in my notebook. Are you...

[...]

Are you okay with that, N?

[enharmonicchord]

[For a young man who doesn't remember a single thing about himself, other than his name, and is constantly relearning all that he should know... Hilbert's condition sounds worse. Making memories only to forget them overnight. At least N could keep his, as hard as they were to remember and as much as his head hurt at times. A block, Reshiram had called it.

So he's quiet for a good bit of time, thinking about it and processing it, though he realizes that perhaps that being quiet isn't such a good idea? This was a sensitive topic, or so he'd assume, and Hilbert probably didn't have many friends himself because of it. He'll speak slowly. Well. Normal to Hilbert, slow for him.]

I will speak with you honestly, since you've been so with me. I don't think I am. It sounds painful, and an impatient person would probably get frustrated and leave. [N tries to be less harsh sounding with his words, but that's the truth. Meeting up with him again, only to be treated like a stranger... Anything they share now gone in an instant. He doesn't think much more though, because if it's bad for Hilbert's friends then surely it's ten times as bad for the teen.] However... it must be more trouble for you than it is for me, and since that's the case can we stay with you? We have no place to go, and it'll lessen the time elapsed between our meetings.