To the man that is claimed to be looking for me.
My name is Ingo, warden of Sneasler, Lady of the Mo. I shall be very earnest in my writing, and as concise as my long-winded nature allows me to be: seeing the means through which your message has been relayed to me, I highly doubt of your existence.
If you were, indeed, a real person - not a ruse or a fabrication of sorts - I would pity the choice of your herald, as he has shown to be unreliable when expressing his honest intentions, witholding information about them or very plainly not stating them. As such, I cannot take his word as is.
I do not expect a response. If I do get one, my cautionsess will assume it is yet another trick; the work of your chosen messenger. If you do recieve these harsh words, I deeply apologize. I simply cannot risk raising hopes in this situation.
Kind regards. Almighty Palkia be with you.
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To who I doubt is my brother.
I am Emmet. I recieved the letter. I understand. I don’t trust my messenger either. I think he wrote your letter to trick me. He would have no reason to be so mean to himself, but I don’t know how his mind works. I don’t care. If he did write it he will read this and know I know. Maybe he’ll keep writing. I don’t care.
I miss my brother a lot and he knows, so he definitely will use that against me if he has some motive. It’s nice thinking he might actually keep his word and I’m writing to my brother. Not that nice that I’m being so rude after so much time.
Goodbye.
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To the man that is claimed to be looking for me.
If you do exist, I am sorry to hear about your brother. I hope your separated tracks will merge once again soon, and the two of you will be able to reunite into a single double-car train at your station at the end of the line. I wish you the best of luck.
Kind regards. Almighty Palkia be with you and bless your search.
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To who I doubt is my brother.
You’re very nice. Thank you.
I read the first letter again. I looked up Sneasler. It’s an extinct Pokémon from Sinnoh. So you would be in old Sinnoh. He’s told me as much. He said you’re a warden and you wrote that too. I still don’t think you’re real.
I don’t know what Palkia is. But thank you for that too.
Goodbye.
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To the man that is claimed to be looking for me.
Palkia is - if professor Laventon is right - what is called a ‘legendary’ Pokémon, personification of and ruling over space. The Pearl Clan has venerated them as theirour deity and creator of Hisui - the ‘old Sinnoh’ you speak of. I have heard rumors of a change in name for the region, in honor of its true creator deity, as its name (Sinnoh) and role were erroneously assigned to both Palkia and a sibling legendary of sort, Dialga ruler of time.
It saddens me to hear that my lady’s kind is no longer with you in the supposed future in which you live. She is very dear to me.
If it can help, though I am not sure of how it could, I still doubt of your existence as well.
Kind regards. Almighty Palkia be with you.
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To that motherfucker.
trains arrived in hisui in 1910 and hisuian sneasles were already turning from fighting to dark type by then you son of a bitch i fucking knew it you dumb fucker you think i cant open a damn history book? you said he didnt remember shit. you said he didnt remember shit but you know how we speak and you had to make it as close as possible and you forgot he couldnt have known trains were a thing by then. you almost got me because im used to it. well not anymore. dont ever talk to me ever again. slide another letter under my door and im going to burn it.
go to hell you fucking piece of shit.
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To the man that is claimed to be looking for me.
You seem exceptionally upset.
As I mentioned, your messenger is untrustworthy and prone to witholding important information. In this case, however, it has proved directly unhelpful to whatever goals he had if he wanted to manipulate you, and has put me in an equally embarassing situation.
I was the one to warn you of his words, wasn’t I? And while you immediately noticed how strange it would be for him to start off his fake correspondence with such a harsh judgement of himself, now that would be an easy way to explain the fallacy in his retelling: because he did not tell you the whole story, I, as the primary source he made up, would and could easily correct him.
So how can I assure you I am real, now that you have proof otherwise?
I know I am. I know I am writing these letters. I do not know to whom, if to Emmet or to nobody, mere pawn in a scheme I know nothing about, though I do hope at this point that you are real.
I do not remember my life as it was before Hisui, that much is true - I have no idea where I came from or if I had any family. But despite this, I still have managed to recall some things, minuscule memories: words of a vocabulary I can’t say I fully understand (since, as you noted, their subject hasn’t come to Hisui), a partner Pokémon which lead through the darkest night, something of machines which are hidden, a man with my likeness who I cared for. Is that you?
I don’t know what will become of this letter. I want to prove my existence but I have no way to do so. I don’t even know if I should trust your outburst as much as I want to believe it’s honest. I hope I’m I hope I a I
Almighty Palkia be with you.
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To to Ingo To who I hope is not a trick.
I burnt twenty-seven letters. He slid them under the door for a month. They were all copies of yours. He was worried I wouldn’t have read it. I read a copy first; then he gave me the original. He used completely different paper from yours. And he signed the number of the copy on the papers. That’s how I know they were twenty-seven.
His handwriting is nothing like yours. I forced him to write and he couldn’t do it. Not even if I didn’t look. So. I guess you are real.
I am terrified. If you are, I yelled at you. If you aren’t, I am getting manipulated. No win.
I need you to be real so badly you have no idea.
I put an image of me here. I’m not in uniform. So you know it’s not just a drawing over an image of you. If you look like that. We have solved the mystery.
Please be real.
Goodbye.
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To my brother
(the letter is covered in ink splotches that make it illegible, and half crumpled. A photograph from an extremely old portable photocamera is wrapped within it.)
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(the letter seems to have been heavily wet and later halphazardly left to dry up. Tearstains smudge every single word and make it illegible.)
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[Emmet laughed when he saw him in person. He laughed and started coughing to try and not cry. Ingo held his face in his hands and shouted that they were so alike and then burst into tears. Volo looked at them crumble on each other like a badly made house of cards and felt a little lighter.]
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