Some time later, outside of Agate…
At a small fenced park outside of town, there is a group of 10 to 15 police officers in formal clothes, and some other random people sitting among them; Silent is one of them, more or less lot in thought back in the third row. While the rest of the people are listening to an orator commenting on some recent events, Silent is still remembering the events at the storage house: the two police officers accompanying trying to hold off some Cipher Peons; Maekrite being snagged by Every of all people; the screams of the two police officers trying to escape the all-consuming fire; Dintel returning empty-handed to break him free from some heavy boxes that had collapsed around him.
The orator stands on a small platform, before a couple of big rectangular boxes covered in black drapes, he says something to which the rest of the people present respond by murmuring something. The orator then rests his hands on one of the drapes, softly drags his hand across the surface of the box, its path ending at the edge where a fine police officer cap and a police badge rest; the other box has similar decorations.
Dintel, sitting on the grass at Silent's side, looks at the officer caps with eyes half-shut, probably remembering his own involvement in the events at the storage house.
The orator continues to talk gently. About the recent history of Orre, about the fear many people lived in, about the commitment of some people -- their people -- to make things better.
Silent meanwhile grasps his Pokégear and thinks to the events of the last few days… but can't fight against his heart and his mind going further and further back, until something inside him tires out and lets the weight of his life come to assault his imagination.
A long time ago...
A somewhat younger Silent is inside an old-looking building, sitting at a desk, trying to find a specific report in a relatively small. There is a noise and then a small box full of papers collapses at the corner of the room. Then some meeps can he heard coming from the corner.
Silent turns around and takes a look, sighing... he observes with a mixture of d'awwwness and annoyance how a Nidorino goes to the corner and digs around for a moment, finally releasing a [kit] from his paper prison; then the male picks the offspring up and carries him around to another large box.
«Burrows! Toys! Is it lunch time yet?»
Some four years ago...
Silent is standing in a forest clearing, looking at what used to be his Starter with growing confusion on his face. The Nidorina stands roughly atop a broken trunk, ears up and leering at him with an obvious expression of mistrust, like any of the other wild, untame Pokémon around her do. Silent shifts his sight slightly to focus on the young, obviously recently evolved [Nidorino] standing on the grass right before him, and asks something.
There is a lot of noise and activity in response to the question, and when Silent readies his sight all of the wild Pokémon around them are fleeing away, back to their business; only the young Nidorino remains, his ears defiantly checking him but his eyes diverted to watch with sadness as his family, colleagues, his one love… all leave him behind.
And Silent stays there, pondering if using the Moon Ball on his hand is the right thing to do.
«Must I go? Do I have anything else? Can I follow you anywhere you go and keep you safe?»
About two years ago…
Silent is at a beach, arguing with Copahue about flying to a nearby island on a Zeppelin instead of allowing the larger bird to carry him around. Not far from there Maekrite is resting against some rocks, ears flattened. At some point Silent turns to look at Maekrite to call him, but the Nidorino avoids eye contact and leans the other way.
Back in the corner of Silent's mind he knows the Nidorino is ashamed because of something he did and now it is his fault that, once Silent departs from the island be it by bird or machine, he won't be able to come back.
«Am I a good Pokémon? Am I what he needs? Where can I go if I'm not?»
Shortly ago…
Silent sees the Pokéball going for its target, but he doesn't have the time to do anything about it. The ball strikes Maekrite as he is about to attack and he and Silent share one. single. look., before the Nidorino is forcibly beamed into the device.
Silent always knew that look. It was something that he had in common with many Pokémon that Silent had met in his stay with PEFE and the J-Team. Those eyes were devoid of blame or anger, and at least to some degree, of fealty or compassion; all those sentiments masked by years of duty to the eye of the untrained.
«Are you hurt? Are you all right? Was I able to prote-»
Back in the present time
The orator finishes talking and makes a solemn gesture as he steps away from the two rectangular, drape-covered boxes. In response to the gesture, Silent and the rest of the people present all stand up and stay in silence.
They observe how a special mon-operated machine lowers the draped boxes, still covered with the officer caps and other ornaments, into a deep hole in the ground. The process is not slow, but it does take its sweet time during which noone says a thing and no phone rings. Once the process is finished and the two assisting Pokémon remove themselves from the scene, two people from the first row of seats stand up and approach the hole; Dintel also walks in with a hint of curiosity, but feeling the ambience around him he just decides to sit on the ground by the first row of seats.
Silent can't help but feel ill at the sight of them shovelling some sand and dirt into the hole, until it is completely covered, all while the orator puts on his own police officer cap and stands before the hole with utmost solemnity.
Some minutes later, outside
Silent walks away from the park in silence, feeling angry with himself. He is flanked by Dintel, who follows him looking up at all times, yet not expressing his concerns. The two walk among the group of people leaving the park but quickly take a detour to a small mount by the road, where Sol and a bandaged Ichtacya are waiting.
Sol -frowns: <...Sorry, we didn't want to go inside.>
"Okay, Sol. I guess I can understand. How are you feeling, Ichtacya?"
The Leafeon doesn't answer verbally, but she does lie on the ground and gaze at the horizon, her snout to the ground and her tail still.
"Still that annoyed, huh?"
Silent sighs as he pats Ichtacya's shoulder slightly; then he picks Dintel up and produces his Pokégear again to check something on his new travel plan. Meanwhile, Sol and Ichtacya converse for a moment.
Sol the Espeon♀: <...What eats you?>
Ichtacya the Leafeon♀: <…I'm just disliking all about this place, I guess...> -- sighs.
Sol the Espeon♀: <...You did what you could.>
Ichtacya the Leafeon♀ -frowns: <That's not it...> -- turns to Sol and barks -- <This place feels alien. The people... the desert... every thing seems to only care about itself.>
Sol the Espeon♀ -tilts head: <And since when would you notice?> -- ignores Ichtacya's glare -- <You're missing the forest by the trees, literally...>
-and points in a specific direction while Silent notices someone in uniform approaching-
Ichtacya the Leafeon♀: <...forest there? Really?> -- and continues conversation.
Silent instructs his mons to stay put and orderly when a voice speaks to him.
????: "…Ah, here you are, Dr. Silent."
He turns around to see a police officer standing before him, with a bandaged leg and walking on a crutch. The officer wipes some sweat off his face, moving around still hard to do for him.
Officer #1: "I didn't expect you would be coming to the ceremony."
Silent -turns sight away: "I didn't really feel like it, but… I guess I…" -- waves hand and looks at the officer up down for a moment -- "Nevermind. How are you doing?"
Officer #1: "I'm perfectly fine." -- he pulls a face at his own state -- "The force was so kind to delay my [retirement] just long enough so that I could attend the ceremony in official capacity, you know?"
Silent sighs, a moment that Dintel takes advantage of to escape his Trainer's clutch and climb to his head.
Silent -absent-mindedly: "That's nice of them, I guess..."
Sol fixates her eyes on Silent for a moment, internally noticing how his thoughts are about to drift away towards a flashback again. Having a feeling that the moment is inopportune she leans in…
Some years ago, in Ho-
Silent: "...Oh?"
Back in the present
Silent notices Sol is gently rubbing herself against him. He pets her on the head then returns his attention to the officer before him, and notices the rest of the people are already walking past them.
Officer #1: "…well-behaved. I remember this guy who has an Espeon as well. And an Umbreon. But they were more of a fighting kind..." -- smiles at Sol.
Sol the Espeon♀ -to Ichtacya: <Shame you are not an Umbreon~> -- and shows her tongue out.
Ichtacya the Leafeon♀: <…At this point I'd settle for being a Jolteon...> -- sighs.
Silent -nods: "Well, Sol here is more of a bookworm herself."
The officer blinks and stays in silence for a moment, then walks just a bit closer, as another officer appears and remains a short distance from them.
Officer #1: "And here we have the little Sandshrew..." -- gently raises an arm to reach for Dintel.
The Sandshrew just stays there, looking down at the officer and awaiting without response. Then when the officer's hand reaches for Dintel's hindleg and gently hugs it, he lets go a content growl and rocks back and forth.
Dintel the Sandshrew♂: <I liked to see you again.>
Officer #1 -only hears a growl: "There, little pal. I really should say thank you for saving me and my partner... I didn't expect that a Sandshrew could move that much weight..."
Silent -smiles: "He has his share of stout strength, yes... and is a very reliable Pokémon."
Officer #1 -pets Dintel's chest on the Pokémon's request: "Yeah. Was fun to see those peons being so glad that he pulled them out."
Silent thinks back for a moment to the storage house on fire, where after a moment of complaining at Silent's requests, Dintel went into a nearby room and pulled a stack of four people out of the building, while Silent reached for Ichtacya to recall her. Seeing as the Sandshrew seemed to be having a good time, Silent made a mental note to be more thankful to him later - despite his earlier failure.
Dintel: <Picking people up is silly... they don't stop yelling...> -- looks down at the officer -- <When I can has see friend Vibrava?>
And Silent adds another mental note to go to the station and ask around for the Vibrava later.
Silent: "Ah, that reminds me... have those peons said anything?"
Officer #1: "Well, not much while I was there. And since I left..." -- retreats from petting Dintel and moves back -- "Uhm… I'm sorry that you lost your Pokémon, sir."
Sol's ears perk up and she looks at Silent, ready to nuzzle, but refrains from it when she sees that Silent's eyes do not reflect the anger and shame that he felt the first few days after the fateful encounter. Instead she focuses on the groups of people walking past them.
Silent: "I'm…" -- he looks up at Dintel rocking back and forth -- "It's fine. I am... we are going to get him back... I hope..."
Officer #1: "I really hope so, sir. Well... thanks again, little Sandshrew..."
And the officer salutes in capacity for probably the last time. Then he turns around and meets his partner in the force who assists him to move back to a group of parked cars nearby.
Silent looks up to Dintel then calls to the officers again.
"Hey... I was wondering if my Sandshrew can go visit your Vibrava sometime?"
Officer #A -turns around: "Police mons are busy, but if he is not... I don't see why not. Thanks and bye, sir."
And the two officers walk away with the rest of the group.
Silent remains there for a moment thinking of what to do, until Sol pulls him out of recursive planning with a well-timed purr. After that Silent mentions something about a lot of work to do and he walks away as well, accompanied by Sol and Ichtacya.
All that remains behind in the part is the orator from before, talking to an interviewer on camera.
«…and with this gesture we hope to leave a clear sign to the people to come. I know that most people around see Orre as a kind of hellhole like Angela, or perhaps even worse. We are working on it and we hope that eventually this will become a lush and tranquil place. But we can not let future generations forget the pain and the struggle that it costs to achieve a happy life, and that is why the Municipality today has decided to bury these [Time Capsules] with archives of recent Orre history and pictures of all of our officers engaged in making of this a better place to live.»
“Thou hast forgotten the face of thy Lord. Remember, mortal, and fear pet me.”