[The memory cuts off abruptly; like the flicker of a film reel, Guzma's back in the blink of an eye. Barely any time has passed. The last emotion that bled from the memory is a mixture of fear, helplessness, grief, and shame.]
[In the wake of the memory, and Nanu's mind still reeling, Guzma receives bits and pieces flowing from Nanu's more recent memories. Like aftershocks from an earthquake; vague echoes, recognizable only by their voices.]
[Nanu. She was just bait for the UB...]
[The man—100-KR. What choice did I have? She is reaching her limit.]
[Nanu, again. With Anabel in that condition... She'll be done for if she runs into any UBs now.]
[Broken images. Guzzlord on Poni Island. Not the past—present day. Nanu's viewpoint, running, fear, determination. A cave. A roar.]
[It's over.]
[Nanu's breathing harder. His strength hasn't given out, but reliving the memory alongside Guzma hasn't helped. He tries to keep his face stoic, fighting off a grimace, a sneer. The only reason his hands aren't trembling is because he's holding onto Guzma's arm and jaw so tightly, even tighter now, they can't.]
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[In the wake of the memory, and Nanu's mind still reeling, Guzma receives bits and pieces flowing from Nanu's more recent memories. Like aftershocks from an earthquake; vague echoes, recognizable only by their voices.]
[Nanu. She was just bait for the UB...]
[The man—100-KR. What choice did I have? She is reaching her limit.]
[Nanu, again. With Anabel in that condition... She'll be done for if she runs into any UBs now.]
[Broken images. Guzzlord on Poni Island. Not the past—present day. Nanu's viewpoint, running, fear, determination. A cave. A roar.]
[It's over.]
[Nanu's breathing harder. His strength hasn't given out, but reliving the memory alongside Guzma hasn't helped. He tries to keep his face stoic, fighting off a grimace, a sneer. The only reason his hands aren't trembling is because he's holding onto Guzma's arm and jaw so tightly, even tighter now, they can't.]
[He says nothing.]