"...This little one... It took a lot of resolve for me to leave it in Kanto back then." Sitting in the café, Heath stared blankly at the man before him, struggling to understand what he was saying. He had thought this would be a story of coldhearted abandonment, or a touching reunion after a mistake, but of all the possibilities he had considered, he had never imagined it would be a story filled with helplessness.
Heath glanced at Mimikyu beside them. Its head drooped. It could understand human speech, but even so, it clung tightly to its trainer's hand, with no intention of letting go. The man seemed to know Mimikyu's temperament too, so he quietly let it hold on. His eyes, however, held a complicated look-not coldheartedness, but a trace of nostalgia and a trace of helplessness.
"Why?" Heath still did not quite understand. From his interactions with Mimikyu lately, it had struck him as an abandoned little animal, reminding him of a cat he had once taken home. It had been a silver shaded cat, abandoned by its owner, and had wandered the streets for several months. After Heath brought it home, the little thing had been especially afraid of strangers, staying on edge all day long.
Not every abandoned cat developed abandoned cat syndrome. Some became afraid of strangers, full of fear toward humans, yet still longed for closeness with them deep down, just like Mimikyu.
"Q is wonderful, very clever, and quite strong too. But Q has a problem: it can't be apart from me. Whenever I'm out of its sight, it starts screaming, then gets irritable and restless, and attacks everything around it indiscriminately. It has to cling to me every moment. Can you believe it? I had to take Q with me to shower,