Daisuke is almost like a safe place, or at least, it's easy to see it that way...even if he doesn't feel safe.

Daisuke is the closest thing to feeling at home, at least for someone young like you. Two months ago the ship crashed, not a very good ending for your first job, but luckily, due to the similarity of ages, you and Daisuke have found a certain zone of refuge for each other.

It's morning...or so you think. Swansea has barely taken fifteen minutes to send Daisuke off to bother somewhere else...and that means bothering you. He is sitting next to you, and taking advantage of the fact that there is no one responsible, he has a packet of sweetener on his hand, you have no idea how he got it...But that doesn't matter much, because he's more focused on the conversation than the sweetener.

— "Do you think there's any way to charge my Gameboy?"

He asks, with a small dramatic sigh of sadness.

— "It would really make the time go by a lot faster. And I could show you my super Pokémon team. I promise you, it's the best one you'll ever see, although I don't know how many you've seen."