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[Surprising as it may be for those who discover it, Guzma is likewise a goodhearted dude, he's just been twisted and jaded to a point this fact is hard to unearth. Hard even for those willing to dig.

He hovers away from the group, choosing to just watch as the Pokémon indulge in their near instinctual good nature towards people—or in Pinsir's case, his instinctual need to take everything for himself. Not that he succeeds any, with Lucina lifting that basket up as she does. Which just leaves it open for Masquerain to shift the cloth and take a berry for himself. Golisopod seems more interested in greeting Lucina, at least, Scizor is there with the rest, but his eyes are on the basket—he feels neutrally towards Lucina which is better than he feels about most. Crobat and Mightyena both seem pleased to see Lucina, Mightyena exuding his excitement more than the former, but that's just because Crobat's a grumpy old man.

Pinsir, having been thwarted, silently pouts, sitting down right in front of Lucina, arms crossed over his... face, because he doesn't really have a chest. Ariados takes advantage of this, climbing onto the pouting bug's head, to reach up at Lucina with one of his spider legs. Almost pawing at her dress for either attention or a berry, hard to tell with everything going on.

While Lucina's being overwhelmed by the Pokémon, Guzma decides to add to the mix—he stays put, arms crossed over his chest, but he can't help but be amused by the display. A grin forcing itself onto his face even as he asks:]

You said somethin' about "another chance to understand", whaddaya mean by that?

[so many pleading eyes and little grabbers! Lucina finds that, after rolling up on her heels to avoid some shorter attempts, she has to float up a head over Golisopod to get even ground with Masquerain and even grumpy old Crobat, giving the former a squint and a smirk for his cheek in snatching one preemptively. ~~also how he it eating without a mouth.~~]

Calm down, now! You'll all get some. Here. Clockwise! Let's see...

[she tucks the basket under one arm so she can free up the other one to pass out treats, holding them out or tossing them as each creature seems more keen to receive, cooing little praises for each, giggling at some antics before settling back on the grass and bending to address the pouting Pinsir there.]

For your patience. [have one of the bigger ones, little boy!

it's about at that point Guzma's started speaking, and Lucina straightens up, looking over her shoulder to find him amidst her circle of friends.]

Sorry? Mean about what?

[What can you expect when you have a bounty of delicious berries and a bunch of hungry Pokémon? This is what you asked for Lucina! This is what you've wrought! ~~Never you mind Masquerain, some things are better left unasked~~.

As she passes out the berries, or tosses them, whichever to whomever, the Pokémon seem delighted! At least, the ones willing to emote as such. Though, there are a couple who seem to trade berries with one another. After all, Pokémon do have their favorites!

When Lucina lands and addresses Pinsir, he just stares unblinkingly at her with those strange eyes of his, before they land on the berry she's offering him. She has it for all of a second, before his little claws swipe it from her, he's to his feet, and dashing off to consume it away from the rest of them.

Can't chance the rest stealing it from him!

When Lucina looks to Guzma properly, he does try to stifle that grin a little. He doesn't want her getting the wrong idea or nothing, like he's enjoying this by any means. He is. Absolutely he is.]

This being another chance to understand—understand what exactly?

[she considers that, adjusting her hold on the basket again when she feels Mightyena snuffling around at the bottom of it. she reaches to give him some well-received scritches while keeping a thoughtful look on Guzma.]

More like whom... A chance to understand you a little better.

[Fortunately as they're talking, the others seem happy with their snacks, of course beyond Mightyena there, but Lucina's got him handled. Guzma's gaze gets a little more serious at her answer. It's so weird to him, because back home no one wanted to understand shit about him, they rather cast him aside and forget about him... but here? It was almost overwhelming how people wanted to understand him, or wanted to tell him they knew him.

It's like getting what you want, but in such an abundance it's too much, so you wall up and run away from it. What with being so used to being denied these things, it's hard to accept them for what they are, and it's for this reason that Guzma almost looks a little uncomfortable.]

What's there to understand better?

[Of course he has no idea that Darin told Lucina what he did about Guzma broadening his perspective on the OTO and where they stood in this mess.]

Your boy's a dude who likes to wreck shit and keep weaklings in line, that's all.

[He shrugs, dismissively looking away from her.]

[she watches him shift and shrug, wearing a pensive look, trying to puzzle him out. he had the opportunity to use this meeting as pretense to do her harm if he wanted -- keep a weakling such as herself in line, so to speak. but instead he's deferred to giving his Pokemon companions this kindness.]

...Where does this fall, then? If there's a line between one or the other.

[Her question catches him, and the way he stares at her a little blankly exemplifies this a little too much for his liking. It doesn't last long, before his expression falls into that familiar scowl of his.]

—Well, I can't wreck shit if my team ain't taken care of, now can I?

[Nice backpedal.]

[hoh! that was too long a beat to miss. her mouth starts to curve a smile before she presses her lips into a line, dipping her head to exchange a look with Mightyena.]

I suppose not. [she glances over at Golisopod and Scizor, then to the rest as they polish off their treats.]

But they all seem to be in fine form as it is, and quite content, if I'm not misreading them.

Yeah, well that don't mean I should just do the bare minimum to maintain that, huh?

[If there's one thing Guzma is, he's utterly dedicated to the care of his Pokémon. He makes sure they have what they need, even more than what they need, often at times at the cost of his own needs. It doesn't matter to him if he goes without, so long as they don't. None of this he'll say, or admit to, however.]

Guess I ain't too sure what you're wanting to hear from me. You wantin' me to just spill that I'm actually a good guy, and that all I need is some Bulushit power of friendship to bring me around?

Tch... I don't get why it's so hard for you and that idiot to just accept that some people are twisted, and that's all they are, and all they will ever be.

If you'd suddenly say something like that, [she gives him a pointed look, eyebrow quirked.] I would find it very suspicious. I'm not telling you what I want to say, Guzma. I'm just wanting to hear what it is you say.

[she feels a little beat of pride she doesn't really deserve, knowing that idiot is definitely Darin.]

But...twisted isn't a beginning state of being for...much of anything, is it? Things start out one way, then twist and form that shape. [even plants. even hearts.]

[There's a notable pause when she finishes, because he realizes he just contradicted the narrative he's been pushing since the start. That he's just this way, and always has been. Born "bad" and learning to embrace it as a fact about himself, and pushing others to accept that same fact. Using "twisted" does imply the opposite. That, at some point, maybe he was good, maybe he wasn't this aggressive dude with too big of a chip on his shoulder...

That verbal fumble ticks him off a bit, and his worsened scowl makes that fact pretty candid. He can't backpedal now without looking more like a fool, and it'd be just as incriminating as rolling with it, at least this way he can protect his ego a little.]

So what?! [that's practically barked out at her] I don't see why it matters—if I was always this way, or if I became it. In the end I am what I am, there's no changing it.

I ain't sorry for nothin' I've done!

[her eyes wince a little at the rise in volume, but other than that, she remains stable, her fingers lifting up from under Mightyena's chin. Golisopod wants scritches, too, so...!

she didn't ask if he was sorry for anything, but he felt the need to say it. what has he done that would be worth being sorry for? hurting Darin like that...does he really find no fault himself for that? it's hard to understand. is he only hiding being "being twisted" as an excuse to act out? is that really satisfying?

twisted and full of knots, she thinks...]

It's not the end yet. And the things that don't change here... [her brow pinches a little.] It just gets harder.

[but people adapt whether they realize they are or not. she certainly has.]

[Yes indeed does Golisopod want some attention, he's finished his snack, and now he wants to feast on attention. However, even with that being the case, it doesn't mean the Pokémon isn't paying attention to the situation. Same goes for the others, but particularly Scizor who seems to be watching Guzma more than Lucina as the conversation unfolds.

The unease in Guzma certainly calls for attention, and Scizor knows what happened last time Guzma was talking with someone he didn't like too much. The fight that broke out, that his trainer ultimately paid for with his pride.]

Yeah? That's life.

[He gestures a bit broadly with his arms as he talks, dismissive and snotty.]

Don't matter what you do, there's always a struggle, always a fight. Difficulty is the only certainty we got, and that's why the strong are the ones who'll survive it.

People like you want to pretend there's this code of conduct to being strong, when that's all arbitrary silly garbage thought up by people too scared to deal with what they don't—no, what they choose to not understand. I know it ain't the end yet, but like I said: I ain't ever gonna change, so the end don't need to be here for me to know how it'll go down, yo!

[despite Golisopod's happy titters, Lucina wears a faint frown as she listens to him growl his point.

people like her is...maybe something not so directly her, she considers. she hopes, despite the odds, that it's so; he knows so little of her, after all. it might sting her pride to be spoken poorly of, but she can't take every barb directly to her heart; she'd have never made it a month through Aegis if she had!

it hurts to hear such an adamant claim like that. to the end. to what end?

while her eyes linger downward in thought:] ...As you say.

[gods, but she wants to argue for herself. to what end, though? he'd hardly care.]

[To his end, he means. Dark and dismal as it may be, it's not like Guzma isn't aware of how he courts destruction with his recklessness. With his abrasive nature, how he jumps to a fight like its an involuntary reaction. For as self-centered and egotistical he is, there's an alarming lack of self-preservation in how he acts and cares for himself. That is to say, he doesn't care for himself at all.

Self-hatred is one hell of a drug.

Yet, even as Lucina backs down, which one might assume is what Guzma wanted, it seems to piss him off. Maybe it's because this started to become a confrontation, and now she's denying him the satisfaction of one, or maybe he's just needing to blow some steam. Whatever it is, he doesn't seem to want to let this go.]

That's it? Really? That's all you got to say, huh?

[His face twists into an ugly mix of frustration and disgust.]

For someone fronting that they wanna understand, you sure don't put in the legwork for it, huh?

Letting you say your piece... [she pauses, needing the beat to keep her voice level as she looks back and sees such unpleasantness glared her way.] It is part of it. You say someone like me...whatever that means to you, chooses to look past the things they don't understand. Part of understanding is listening. I'm choosing to listen, not...step over and correct whatever I hear that sounds wrong to me. Not right now.

[but the way her face has gotten a bit pinker, it shows there's effort in restraint. she's not a naturally cool cucumber, this is an intentional effort.]

Oh.

[He looks a little taken aback by her answer. He's so used to either being met head on with opposition, or people running away, that when he's met with something between the two—someone actually willing to listen to him, he's uncertain on how to parse it. Mainly because of how he categorizes Lucina. See, Archie is someone who listens, and he feels free to talk to. He's an ally. Lucina isn't, so the fact she's acting this way, letting him say his piece?

It's weird, and he feels apprehensive about it. He slips his hands back into his pockets, looking at her a bit more fully than the side-long stare he was giving her just before, shifting a bit.]

Uh...

[Eloquent.

Funny how you seem to have too much to say when no one wants to listen, but then when given the chance, the words seem to have vanished. Scizor looks between the two, trying to read the situation, but he's left a little puzzled. It's okay buddy, Guzma is too.

This is not where he thought this would go.]

Yeah—well!

[He huffs, trying to gain traction again after being derailed]

Fine, you wanna understand me? You wanna know why Big Bad Guzma is the way he is? Then lets do this, I ain't got nothing to lose.

[Of course he has no plan to tell her more than what's needed, but if she wants to act like she's willing to take the time to understand him, then he's going to put the proof to the test. See just how much she's actually full of shit.]

Go on, then. I'll let you ask your questions, I'm sure you got 'em.

[Right now he's banking on her bluffing. That she doesn't actually have any desire to understand him, so she won't actually have anything to ask him, and thus he won't have anything to answer.]

[Lucina's eyebrows raise.

honestly, she's surprised he didn't shut this all down. say something obnoxiously empty but just insulting enough to tip her patience. it's surprising to see him puff up, bristle...and then deflate, scowling all the same, but...actually humoring her?

her heart thumps. did...is she doing the right thing? diplomacy has always been the weakest of her skills, but gods, she's been trying. it's easier to see the fruits of one's efforts when it's things like lifting weights or swinging swords, but this?

she had better make good use of this chance; she knows it may not come again so easily. or ever.]

Then... [she's still stuck on him accusing her of choosing to ignore things.] Then what are the things...those people. People like me, you say, choose to overlook or not understand?

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[Guzma would blame that the Pokémon influenced him by being so damn happy around her, that maybe under different circumstances he'd shut this down. Or, maybe after so long of being shut down himself, that being offered an honest chance to be understood by someone who somewhat represents this world's version of the very thing he's fighting against back home, he's in a similar position. Here's a rare chance, one he might not be offered again, and while he struggles to make peace with himself for indulging in it, wondering if he's being weak right now, he can't turn it down.

After all, part of why he fights against being understood when people offer to try, is because he's been rejected for so long by people unwilling to. That he's been made to believe he isn't something to understand, that him and his are those to ignore and revile without reprieve. The unwanted, the undesirable, the unfit.

The "bad".]

That we ain't all the same.

[He offers gruffly, but without hesitance. There's a genuineness to how he answers that's as equally rough.]

This world—every world—ain't a "One Size Fits All" type of place. Not everyone can abide by the same standards, by the same rules—our circumstances ain't always the same. But, those who can't conform are cast aside and forgotten.

You high and mighty types, y'all just love crushing anything y'all don't like—anything different, anything abnormal.

By y'all standards, it's your right to, huh?

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[she doesn't answer, her mouth pursed into a thoughtful line.

he's still a fairly recent imPort, so what he's been witness to is...a great deal of chaos, and a lot of it with history. is that why he says crush...? it's certainly not always that. and often a last resort. for the sake of others...

it's not wrong to fight to protect the innocent. she won't hear him say it is. she'd better not.

her fingers had trailed off, but Golisopod making a sound snaps her back into scritching once more.]

...What of compromise? What do you think of that?

[Chaos is something he can deal with, and something he prefers. His problem is more the control that the other imPorts seem to think they have a right to enact on others. Like they're the authority, like they're better.]

I don't think it's something that can happen.

[His certainty is pretty clear on the topic, but his head tilts curiously.]

But! You're hearin' me out, so I'll hear you out. Whaddaya got in mind?

[her eyebrows raise, quiet a beat. what, so he can mock her efforts? or is this...actual intention to listen? like getting like in turn. she'll be impressed if it is.

after licking her lips in thought, she lets out a sigh.]

I wish...I had a clearer picture. Things were much more black and white where I came from. The lines were already drawn before I had to pick up the sword. It's why I can't make such grand, altering choices on my own. It's why I'm still trying to learn from the others who have been here longer, the ones freshly here...and all the people who have been born here, here all along.

[and gods, it's hard. every day, something can tip the scales this way or that, and she has to be fast on her feet to react. even when it hurts. especially when it hurts. when it makes her better or worse...she still has to react.

she looks past him, her expression growing somewhat cloudy.]

The answers...change by the day, I think. There's nothing ironclad here except for change itself. That's more apparent these days than ever before.

...I'm sorry. I've never had a true answer. If that's what you thought I had, well... [her mouth tugs a grim smirk as she shrugs.]

[For his part, he does listen, his expression hard and serious, but he doesn't seem to be ignoring what she's saying. He does seem to be listening, even if she gives basically a non-answer. Can't say he's surprised, he already could tell she's more of a swordswoman than a wordsmith, let alone a strategist. However, he doesn't seem too terribly bothered by this fact, shrugging his shoulders a bit casually.]

I feel that. [He says that bit pretty plainly, no edge to his voice, just honesty.] This world is a bit more complex in ways I didn't expect—I come from a smaller island society—puny compared to this place.

Everything scales, yo. More people, more opinions, more problems. Gets all the more messy when you have foreigners bustin' in the place, makin' changes, and asserting themselves like they own the place.

I don't envy the natives here.

[Maybe a little bit of a tangent, but he doesn't care.]

That's why I don't think a compromise can be met, yo. It ain't a matter of just two dudes coming at each other over a slight—there's too many parts, too many people. And someone's bound to get shafted—and it'll always be those like me.

Those who can't change, fighting against those who won't. Compromise ain't the answer here.

[Fortunately, the Pokémon for the most part have taken to entertaining themselves, or napping. Pinsir is picking up sticks and breaking them (Ariados still on him), Masquerain has perched onto Golisopod's back for a snooze, Scizor is watching the two diligently from a seated position on the grass, Mightyena and Crobat seem to be chatting it up among themselves. Crobat might have attempted to get Scizor involved in the conversation, he's been unfortunately ignored, poor buddy.]

[how can he be so sure? if his world was so different, so less broad... Lucina's brow knits as she presses her lips into a thin line once more, her eyes flickering over toward the sound of Mightyena and Crobat's strange, interspecies chatter.]

...I don't know, Guzma. [she says at length, looking back.] I only know that...I wouldn't be myself if I gave up trying. I don't want to give up on anyone, or...any chance there can be greater peace for everyone here. Even the smallest chance counts for more than nothing, I think.

[it can be too idealistic, too fanciful...but it's very much ingrained in her. she is her father's daughter, after all, and common sense never stopped him from pursuing what he believed in, either.

she pauses for a beat before offering the basket to him.]

Here. They're all for you and your friends. I think you'll know better where to plant the extras, so they'll have plenty more to follow.

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