Lyra laughed it off. Her mother didn’t.
Gold looked at Lyra. Not with anger. With exhaustion. The exhaustion of a fifteen-year-old who had already learned that some doors don’t open just because you knock. 4780 - Pokemon Heartgold -u--xenophobia-
“Only when you steal my experience points,” she said. And for the first time, he smiled like he meant it. Lyra laughed it off
A fisherman spat. “You helped create it. We don’t want your kind here.” Not with anger
Professor Elm introduced him as “Gold,” though he wore the sullen silence of someone who’d lost something. He spoke with the clipped, efficient vowels of Saffron City, and when Lyra offered him a Rage Candy Bar, he stared at it like it was a foreign insect.
The crowd turned on her. Her own neighbor, Mrs. Fennel, shook her head. “You’re young, Lyra. You don’t remember the embargo. The poisoned berries. My brother still can’t walk straight.”