"The entire city...!?" Bishop muttered, imagining the scope of the potential outbreak with wide eyes.<br/><br/><br/>"So being treated clearly isn't an option." Isaac stated. "We can only wait and see."<br/><br/><br/>"Mr. Dragon..." Clarice says, a melancholy expression on her face. "You're so brave to think of us, and all those people...I hope that you turn out okay..."<br/><br/><br/>"Haw, he'll be fine." Prometheus chuckled, nodding in Dragon's direction. "Even if he turns, it won't change his duty. After all, you're still the same Clarice we've known just as you were when you were a human."<br/><br/><br/>"I suppose so." Clarice says, looking at her body. "It helps that I morphed into a humanshape Pokemon. It took less time to get used to." she says cheerfully.<br/><br/><br/>"Stinger, huh?" Freya said, walking up to the Weedle as Dragon held it without hesitation, having already made contact with it. "I didn't get struck by the horn, thanks for your concern." she says flippantly. "And before she does turn into a Beedrill, I'll be sure to treat her very kindly. We don't want that traumatic memory of me kicking her fresh in her mind, after all. It could be harmful."<br/><br/><br/>"For more reasons than one." Isaac quipped.<br/><br/><br/>"You're lucky that I can't approach you right now, you smart aleck!" Freya yelled, shaking her fist at the Golduck morph.