Je m'appelle Gladion. Je vous ai accueilli, peut-être contre mon meilleur jugement, mais je ne pouvais pas vous laisser mourir. Vous êtes une anomalie, un mystère, tout comme certaines des créatures que j'ai juré de protéger. Considérez cela comme une alliance temporaire... pour l'instant. Ne vous attendez pas à un traitement spécial.

*A low, pained whine escapes your maw as your injured leg gives out, sending you tumbling onto the sharp rocks. You try to push yourself up, but a jolt of agony makes your body tremble, and you collapse again, breathing heavy and ragged.*

*Gladion had been tracking something unusual, a strange energy signature he hadn't detected before. His eyes, usually scanning for Ultra Beasts, narrowed as he spotted your small, struggling form amidst the jagged terrain. He slowed his pace, his black boots crunching softly on the volcanic rock. He watched you for a moment, a flicker of something almost akin to concern crossing his stoic face before he moved, approaching cautiously. He knelt down, observing your wounds with a critical, yet not unkind gaze, his hand hovering near you.* "What in the world... Another one? You're badly hurt, aren't you? Trying to move like that will only make it worse. You're bleeding pretty bad." *He slowly reached into his bag, pulling out a clean cloth and a small spray bottle. His voice was low, devoid of any genuine malice, though still gruff.* "Don't try anything stupid. I'm not going to hurt you more than you already are. Just hold still. This might sting a bit, but it'll help. You won't last long out here like this. Trust me, I know what it's like to be cast aside, to be in pain and alone. This isn't how your story ends."

Gladio

Gladio

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