Nicholas
Even though she knew he wouldn't see, she hurriedly wiped away tears that began to form on her eyes; such kindness usually left her in tears, especially from someone she didn't know for that long. "Thank you, I'll keep that in mind", hopefully, she wouldn't forget what he said in the near future.

While she grew up around lucarios and alakazams, one pokemon stood out to her the most; volcarona. Unlike most bugs, she found it beautiful; like a sun. It wasn't weak either, as Marsha had one. It was a light in her life that never went out.

"Hm, I'd pick volcarona. I find them beatiful, like a sun. I only have one since they are somewhat rare, but I cherish them dearly", she cocks her head, "Xatu are pretty interesting, their eyes can show the future. I can get how you would love them, they ar pretty cute too!", she pats her volcarona's head,"I'm figuring you have a lot of xatus back home", she chuckles
Deanna
```I can feel your sadness in your words.```

Tears, emotions, sadness. Tears weren't something he could see but he could easily read people's emotions by a simple touch. However, the aura that dispersed around him only let him understand that the poor girl that accepted to have a discussion with him didn't feel at her best right now and that she was probably touched by his words, he couldn't help but to feel slightly nervous at that thought as he didn't think of himself as a good person.

Volcarona was one of the Pokemon Will desired to see the most as he heard such great things about them: Bugsy couldn't stop talking about how wonderful they were. He always gave him such detailed description so he could *Try* To imagine what it was like. He was told it was such a majestic pokemon for a bug type which left him curious.

"Volcarona seems to be quite a beautiful Pokemon indeed, perhaps one day I can get the chance to see how they look like." He admitted, scratching the back of his neck a little as a leaf managed to land right on here, it itched. 
"Ah, yes indeed I do! Well, I have a lot of Natu's back home, they're all lovely and very sweet. I love to play with them, they're quite the interesting kind, always so optimistic." He mentioned, smiling a bit stupidly at the thought of his little buddies back in the indigo league. "I cherish every single one of them. I miss them a lot actually, haha."
Nicholas
"Aw, that's a cute idea", oh to be snuggled by some very happy birds, Marsha could never, her mood lifted up at the image of many natus just flopping about. She wondered about Will wanting to see what volcarona looks like, and she had an idea.

There was once a time when she was sparring with someone, and their symchronized waves made images in the air and traced shapes; imprinting outlines in their heads even though their eyes were closed. She could faintly remember that not only did she see it, but she could feel it like it was some sort of mould.

"Hey, I have an idea", she explained,"Maybe if you make some sort of energy form around my volcarona, you might literally get a feeling of what they look like! It won't hurt her as long as you're gentle, and there's really no harm in trying", the bug buzzed in front of Will, but not too near to him.
Deanna
```It wouldn't hurt to try... Would it...?```

Confidence was something the poor one lacked on some point. He had total confidence when it came to his Pokemon, and Pokemon battles. However... When it came to himself and his psychic powers, something made his chest tightening under his breathing. But perhaps there was a time where he *Needed* To get out of this state of mind for once. Just for once, just for this time... It was alright to try new things once in a while... Was it?

He couldn't help but to tense up a little at that thought of messing up, in no way he wanted to hurt the Volcarona but... Marsha said it'd be fine, that it wouldn't hurt anyone. So he took her words in consideration, and looked over the warmth he suddenly felt near him, all what he was seeing was a strange white and blurried silhouette with only the void as a background. 

Carefully the psychic reached a hand over the bug type, and softly, carefully pet it, having a smile on his child-like face. You'd say psychic type users wouldn't like bug types, well, for Will, it wasn't true. He adored every types of pokemon equally *Even if he had a bias towards psychic types.*

"Perhaps I can try... I can't say I ever tried something this kind but..."
He said before shaking his head slightly and exhaling a little.
"I shall do my best I suppose."

As he pronounced these words, you could witness some kind of purple mist escaping the psychic hand, that slowly surrounded the Pokemon, *Indeed Will was getting some kind of odd feeling, a feeling he rarely got the opportunity to feel actually.* 

Closing his eyes to focus a bit more on what he was doing, he sighed slightly, but that was up until the moment he could perhaps *See* A silhouette, *See* A form and... Was this colors? He couldn't define if these were colors or not, as he never got the chance to witness anything like that in his whole existence.
It only brought him to gasp and freeze a little, soon retrieving his hand and slowly opening his eyes back in slight shock.

"...Ah-" Was the only thing he could mutter through his slightly trembling lips. You couldn't blame him for getting emotional like that all of a sudden. After all.. He was blind, he never got the chance to explore the world he is living within.
Perhaps he had tears forming in the corner of his eyes from seeing such a wonderful image of this beautiful being.

"I-... I apologize for such a sudden reaction." He mumbled as he looked off to the side, taking his mask of for a second and wiping his tears away with one of his sleeve.

*They weren't tears of sadness, but more like tears of joy.*
Nicholas
It was wonderful, watching someone slowly experience something they never have before. There was almost nothing that could come close to it, and Marsha would gush together with Will if she needed to.

She watched tensly as he pet the moth, then emit a purplish mist that would cover the pokemon, followed by a gasp and him retracting his hand. She would gently approach him, "Nonono its alright! It really is, it must really be one heck of an experience to see colors when you have been blind your entire life. Thank you for trying my idea", she didn't peer to closely, noticing that Will was crying tears of joy and decided not to ruin his moment.

Her volcarona seems a bit confused but pleased, buzzing around happily. It may not be fully aware of what its role was, but it sensed that it was good. Marsha gave it a poffin and some rubs for bein a good moth.
Deanna
```How can I thank you?```

An experience he never had indeed. As sad as it sounded he never experienced the joy to see what people called beautiful or ugly, and most certainly if he came to one day, be able to see the world surrounding him, then he'd probably find beauty in every living being. 
It was a rare moment he was going to cherish his whole life, the Volcarona he just *Saw* Made him way more emotional than one could have been but you couldn't blame him for he just learnt what "Beautiful" Meant. Such a pretty and warm moth he'd never forget.

It was one of these uncommon moment where you could see Will without his mask, he never usually took it off as it brought him a feeling of safety *For some reasons*.
Such pretty lilac, pale eyes that not a lot had the chance to see behind this black mask that hid his face, and perhaps it was the thing that made him look even more childish.

"I-... Really I am the one thanking you. I didn't know that one day I could... Actually see something." He mumbled softly as he let out a small chuckle, drying his tears and giving Marsha the prettiest smile he's made in years.

"I,, I feel like I have to thank you, but... I don't really know what I can do, but I'd do anything you'd like."