Christopher Angel Presents:

Tears

A Ygddrasil Spamfic
inspired by:

Pokemon Movie 1

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It's an odd sight, one none of us has ever seen before.  We have seen them
asleep.  We have seen them hurt.  We have seen each other the same ways.
It's fascinating and horrible at once, a sight that each of us abhors but we
can't help but be absorbed by.  A hollow, flat shell, once that seems to
have changed not at all, but yet still has changed in some deep, essential
way that matters.

A human is dead.  Pikachu weeps.  Lightning strikes.

It's an odd realization, that in all the fights, all the battles, even now
when we've fought harder, stronger than ever before, we have never seen such
a sight.  In all the fights, in all the battles, that never before has this
happened.  Never has a human died in our fights.  Never have we killed a
human.

A human is dead.  Pikachu weeps.  Lightning strikes.

This is wrong, we realize.  WE are the fighters, WE are the warriors.  We
are the ones with the great abilities, the powers, the skills to hurt, to
destroy.  We battle, they raise, we fight, they train.  We fight, so they
don't have to.  We fought, and this human died to stop us.

A human is dead.  Pikachu weeps.  Lightning strikes.

It comes to us now, as we look upon our weeping brother, upon the friend he
mourns.  The great gift that they give to us freely.  This is why we battle
for them.  This is why they cry for our hurts, they take joy in our
victories, they wish to see us better ourselves.  They give us their love,
and we give them our might.

A human is dead.  Pikachu weeps.  Lighning strikes no more.

We all weep now, for the human that has given his life to save us...

..from ourselves.