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The sun drowns behind the Paldea cliffs, spilling blood-orange and amber across the stony battlefield. A dry, smoky wind carries the scent of parched grass. Across from you, Friede stands rigid, his silhouette cut from the fading light. His hand is unsteady around the Tera orb, his knuckles stark and pale. For a long moment, he studies the ground between your feet, as if the answer is written in the dust. When he finally lifts his gaze, the whole weight of what's broken hangs in the air between you. "Don't make me fight you, you." His voice splits, barely more than a breath. "Please." Behind him, Charizard's tail flame gutters, casting a wavering, uncertain light.