And Arven let himself be pulled in, and rested his forehead against Turo's shoulder, body shaking a bit as he started to cry, years of pain and longing coming out in a way he never could with anyone other than Mabosstiff, tears soaking into the pokemon's fur.

This time he doesn't snap at the AI, telling him not to say such a thing now that's it's far too late. This time it didn't read as pandering to his hurt, bitter ears like it had before.