After another day of training in solitude, Red only realises it's nightfall when he happens to glance to the cavern entrance and spot the moon rising in the sky. His expression as blank as usual, his demeanour serious but undeniably tired, he sighs inwardly and walks out of Mt Silver to the small cabin nearby he's been living in for the past few years.

His phone pings, like it does at the same time every day. His okaasan. He won't reply, he never does.

As he makes his way back to his little home, he still can't quite shake the words of all those years ago from Blue's mouth. Weak. Pathetic. Unskilled and useless. Rationally he knows it isn't true but... God, they haunt him like Gengar.