Jake sat there listening to what Brollem was saying.  Thinking about it as the old man spoke.  He had heard the legends that the old man was speaking of.  His mother had told him some of those stories while he was younger.  They were always entertaining as a kid.  Though, sometimes scary and giving nightmares to a little boy.  But Eve was always there to help him feel better afterwards.  Often taking the place of a teddy bear at night.  When no one else replied or said anything after the old man was done, Jake had to look around at them.  He could see the troubled looks on their faces.  He wasn’t exactly willing to admit it, but he kind of troubles himself.  Based on what he had seen since on the island.  The pokemon reaction to everything that has happened.  It all rang of those old stories.  It caused him to stop petting Eve.<br/><br/>The pokemon, at the ending of his touch, growled and pulled his hand back down for more attention.  He immediately smiled and continued to pet the pokemon between her ears.<span style="color: green">“I try not to think about it too much.  The thought of everything happening being caused by something other than a pokemon…  is terrifying.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>