The sky is dark. There are few clouds, and the moon shines brightly.
Starring up at the sky is a Linoone. His name is Fries, and he’s been through a lot.
He was once a HM and pickup slave. Now, he is, as his trainer calls it, a bro.
Fries turned. Seeing who spoke, he smiled slightly. “Hi Salad.”
Salad walks up to Fries, and stands next to the Linoone, who had looked back at the sky.
”You’re thinking about them, aren’t you?” Salad asked after a few minutes.
Fries nodded. By “them”, Salad meant their fallen teammates. Fries had experienced more deaths than any other member of the team. All of them had experienced the death of at least two teammates, but Fries had seen ten.
”Who, exactly, are you thinking about?” The Bellossom asked, even though he already knew the answer.
Fries sighed. “Mostly Omlette, Taquito, and Frittata.”
Salad nodded. He thought s