<span style="color: #6495ED">"I felt... something, a gentleness, when I got close to her after she was finally felled. Since I wasn't caught by an adreneline rush the way everyone else was, I could observe what was happening. That growth, that malignancy. controlled her in a very crude way. It certainly didn't grow with her. If it had, there would have been stories of her rampaging much earlier than this. And I wouldn't have seen what I did in her eyes when she was at peace, right before she died. More, the way it dissolved into nothing suggests it, too, was of a Pokemon origin. Something infected her with it, and recently. To suggest that there was no malice, no intent in the thing is to deny the evidence that she made a beeline here, to the major human town in these isles and the only transit point to outside the isles, to start her rampage. And where there is malice and intent, there's sapience. There's thought. There's intelligence. That's no disease."</span><br/><br/>Naomi shifted her stance, putting her weight on her other leg.<span style="color: #6495ED">"I may not be a Professor with a Doctorate in Pokemon studies, but I am an employee of Devon corporation, specializing in the maintenance and testing of Pokemon-related electronics and field studies of Pokemon, and I'm pretty sure that sooner or later, either the Pokemon League or the corporation itself will be contacting me. The other group has the professor. I'll be going out into the wilds too, and if you agree, I'll be sticking with you."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>