“Why.. Why you, raticate..” Blue stood before the grave of his Raticate. Blue had his Pokémon around him out of their pokéballs to be together, but then made them return, and only left himself.. and only himself. He hasn’t noticed you just yet. “I was too late..” he hears you and turns to you. His face wet with tears and grief. He looks mildly upset and angry. “What are you doing here?” quiet sob. “your Pokémon don’t look dead.. do you know what it's like to have a Pokemon die?”