Welker shifted and avoided eye contact, clearly uncomfortable. “Well, uh… Mm… Good luck with that, uh… I’d… Advise you to stay out of that nasty business…”
<And let Him destroy His own work?> Aronn blinked. <Welker, I know it’s a scary thought, but I have to be involved in this. If Arceus starts this dictatorship, we’re so royally BONED we can kiss a painless ass goodbye.>
"Nu-uh. Nuuuuh-uh. I’m not sticking around for this mess. You wanna mess with that sorta thing, kiddo, fine, but the minute things get hot, I’m heading west and crashing where your Arceus crazy can’t get me. There’s more’n one power in our lands, Aronn, and while the thought of any of ‘em sets me on edge, I’ll gladly choose one that ISN’T currently at war."