[The night sky here really is beautiful. All the lights back home make them hard to see, and Yachi's never had the opportunity to lie down off the side of the road and stare up at the stars twinkling between the canopy of trees like right now, too uneasy to sleep properly when she should be ready to leap out of her sleeping bag at a moment's notice of wild Pokemon calls. She turns around, leaning on her elbows as the video feed switches off, then types in a message for Rakka to read when she wants.]
There are an infinite number of stars in the sky. I'm sure some of them are the same as yours, and one of them may even be the same sun as back home. Thinking that makes me feel less alone.
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There are an infinite number of stars in the sky. I'm sure some of them are the same as yours, and one of them may even be the same sun as back home. Thinking that makes me feel less alone.