video, backdated to March 5

[telewarped]

Hey, losers. This has definitely been one of the months I've had so far, but now I'm officially bored to death.

[There is a general air of malaise permeating this message, even if the voice of the Pokémon sending it—a gray-toned Mimikyu, currently stationed in what appears to be one of the Oran guild's dens—sounds casual and calm enough.]

At least one of you has to have a decent rec for how to kill time around here you can give me... Or just tag yourself. Whatever.

[At the words tag yourself, an image takes shape in your mind. It's astonishingly clear and will remain present in your head until your connection to this particular Grumpearl is broken.]

Later.

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[truthdecided]

[Hmm... an odd sort of understanding accompanies his thoughts. He's certainly familiar with loneliness and jealousy. How ironic that he'd unwittingly hurt someone like that.

Well, it is what it is. He won't ask for forgiveness.]

Frankly, I would hardly say I'm lucky. Ren may accept me, and I know I am fortunate in that respect, but it hardly changes who I am or what I've lived through.

[...]

But I don't know your life story, nor is it truly my place to pry.

[telewarped]

Didn't say that it does. But having nobody else sure as hell doesn't make the sob story any easier to get through...

[Finding people who accepted her may not have changed what she'd been through, but truthfully she felt that it did change her. Having even just one person like that is lucky, she thinks, even after a life of hell.]

Anyway, you're already doing it again. Making everything so complicated! Remind me not to try cheering you up again.

[That was at least partially her own fault, though, with her defenses uncharacteristically fragile.]

[truthdecided]

I'm a complicated person. Surely you've noticed that by now...

[There's a hint of amusement in his words and thoughts, so... partial win, perhaps?]