"The Hydreigon does not hate you for killing it, so will you go on hating yourself?" Lily had asked. She rose a good point, though. If Hydriegon did not hate him, but was simply disturbed that a human entered her territory, does that make him a villain? Or an anti-hero? He shook his head. Plenty of anti-heroes have worked with the protagonists, he thought, so that's my reasoning. Gale got up, grabbing the two weapons- the guns now cold with the embers from the onslaught dead. He took the path the girl had in order to find her. After watching the Houndoom pass, he walked over where she was... Grieving? She looked terrified, but only from the side. From behind, she could have been resting or praying or something of the sort. The girl had a lean appearance and a good shoulder length. She carried... Jesus, was that a chainsaw? Gale smiled a bit: she definitely was a hardcore breed, a feminine badass, something Gale liked in his girls. Too bad he'd never had one. He walked over, hoping not to piss off the Umbreon. From a distance, he spoke. "Hey. I'm not one for comfort, but... It wasn't you, at least," he said, a quick grin flashing on his face, then returning to seriousness. "I've, uh, got your guns. If you want them. They're not gross or anything. No cooties." Gale took a brief pause, then continued. He was far too distracted by her. "The group's headed out, last I heard. We should return to them."