Hello! Call me Lance. You may know me as the Champion of Kanto's Indigo League.
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TWO HOURS AND 20 MINUTES REMAIN.
Hey guys! Ace Attorney 5 is released tonight, so I just wanted to let everyone know that I’d be absent for the few days it takes me to complete the game.
I’ll be back in no time, though. So I’ll definitely be here to start up the main activities of the Halloween event on Morty! No worries.
Until then, friends! You can find me on skype.
"Silver! I figure since you didn’t wear it last year, maybe I’d bring this back for you this year."
Cynthia looked at him then down, pouring their tea
"You’ve mentioned about Silver before…interesting kid. He actually came out here not long ago to fight me. Said he was preparing to try and take you on."
She looked at him pushing his teacup closer to him on the counter
"You cant tear yourself up over them. They’re just what you said..boys. I’ve watched over a couple of them in my day..and no matter what you do they’re going to struggle. Kids need to. They need to make their own mistakes, face their own consequences, and they’ll learn and grow up to be their own people..I know you want a family. And I can tell you’ve found it in him, and I’m happy for you."
She reaches over, gently putting her hand on his arm
"I’m sure its upsetting that you think he might not see it..but the best advice I can give you is to keep at it..Someday he’ll understand, and until then the best you can do for him is to just keep being there."
It was almost hard to believe that someone with such strong words as Cynthia could ever be uncertain of herself. Every sentence she spoke had such heavy meaning to Lance. This woman was unlike any other.
"You’re right." he smiled, his usual sureness returning to his face. "I’ll always be there for these kids. Him, Lyra, Green… Even if Green definitely doesn’t want me around." he laughed lightly. "…But I’ll still try."
Silver forced himself to breathe deeply and with every breath, he could feel himself calming down. Soon, his face was dry and he was able to pull it away from his arm. He was embarrassed to have broken down in tears in front of Lance, but he was surprised to find that he didn’t think it was a very big deal.
"No, I’m fine," he said, rubbing his red, swollen eyes one last time. "It’s just, I don’t know if I can let go of my past. My upbringing was…really, really different from most peoples’. It’s just not the kind of thing you let go of."
He pushed his hair out of his eyes. “At least, I think. Maybe. I don’t think I can just forget about it.”
Relieved to hear he hadn’t made any mistakes yet, a small smile returned to Lance’s face. Maybe he was doing better than he thought!
"I’m not asking you to forget anything, Silver! I promise you that. All I’m saying is… Maybe it’s time to forgive your past. Never let what happened to you leave you, but… never let it control you, either. You’ve been through a lot. But instead of letting it hold you back, use it as an excuse to move forward. To prove that you can be someone that life never thought you were meant to be."
Cynthia stops and looks at him, turning to him a little
”..Lance you shouldnt worry about something like that. Everyone who knows you knows that you dont just look brave, you are brave. You’re incredible, especially with your work with the young trainers. Look, even I wonder sometimes if I know what I’m doing but how I “keep my cool” like you said is I don’t let me second guess myself . The decision’s we’re making today are shaping tomorrow, and we can’t go back even if we make the right one. The most we can do is try, and thats the most I do. I do what I can and what I think is right…and thats all we can do.”
Lance smiled, giving Cynthia a nod. He took a moment to think to himself. To hear that a woman as strong as Cynthia had the same doubts that he had now and then was surprisingly reassuring.
"That… makes sense. Thank you, Cynthia. I think I understand. See, there are just… A few boys that I know back from my regions. It’s really hurting me to watch them struggle the way they are. I want to do everything I can for them… But sometimes I think it’s not enough."
Lance sighed, smiling with a bit of uncertainty. “This one boy… Silver. I care a lot about him, but I don’t know if he sees that… He doesn’t have much of a family. I figure, neither do I, so…”
He trailed off, his eyes focused on the floor.
"Unlike the rest of you?…"
She looked at him a little then looked down, quietly chuckling
"What an incredible compliment. How could I possibly refuse to give you advice now. Not that I ever intended to refuse it to you anyway. What do you need Lance?"
Lance folded his arms, looking around the kitchen as he considered his words. In a way, he was nervous. When was the last time he was open with someone about his feelings? He was quick to tell others to share how they feel, but it seemed like he couldn’t bring himself to take his own advice.
"Sorry, this might sound dumb. But how do you keep cool the way you do? …Hah, I always try to look as brave as I can… And I always try to sound like I know what I’m saying… But sometimes I wonder if I know what I’m doing at all. There are so many young trainers out there that I want to be able to help and influence, but I feel like the ones that need the most help are the ones that consider me a joke. But you. Someone would have to be crazy not to take you seriously."
"Its fine with me."
Cynthia turned away and moved toward the small kitchen area
"Oh really?..Well that seems like an awful lot of effort to go through just for pleasantries Lance."
She smiled a little.
"I’ve been fine though. I’m making tea, you’ll have some won’t you?"
Lance laughed, following her as she walked to the kitchen. “Well, I was looking for assistance, actually… And I figured, who better than another champion?” He smiled, leaning against the kitchen counter.
"I don’t mean to sound weird, but… you’ve always struck me as someone who’s unlike the rest of us. You seem like you’re always a step ahead. It’s amazing, really. I was wondering if you could give me some advice? Some tea wouldn’t be bad, either."
Silver could feel objections sitting on the tip of his tongue. How was he supposed to let go of his past? So much of who he was was built upon the way he had been raised and the things he had left behind. He’d have to cleave himself in two to leave his past behind. And if he did, what slivers of a person would be left?
Then Lance put his hand on Silver’s shoulder and Silver looked up into Lance’s eyes and, instead of being yelled at or scolded by Lance, felt, for the first time, that Lance wanted to help him. He suddenly realized that Lance had no ulterior motive or hidden objective. He wasn’t trying to turn Silver into a good person for the sake of destroying a bad person. He was trying to help Silver.
In the face of such unconditional acceptance, with the weight of guilt and anger crashing down on him, Silver couldn’t stop his eyes from filling with tears or stop his breath from hitching. He shoved his face into the crook of his arm and tried to keep his body from trembling as tears slid from his clenched eyes and wet his sleeve.
Lance stared in disbelief as he watched Silver. Was this boy, who refused to ever show any sign of weakness, actually crying? He was confused and uncertain of what he had done. Was he helping? Or was he actually making things worse?
"Silver…" He withdrew his hand from the boy’s shoulder, a look of uncertainty. "Silver it’s okay… I’m sorry if I upset you."