[It's a perfectly cogent question in Gladion's eyes. It's kind of the crux of the whole issue: what she's done isn't what she'll do, necessarily. But they're related. And the space between the two things is so much to explain. It requires a lot of context. It also reveals a lot about her, and a lot about him.
(...And part of him is still apprehensive about inviting questions he won't be able to answer, the same as it always was.)
But that's a whole lot of excuses.]
...This might be a long story. [With the disclaimer handled, he...stops perching on the edge of the bed. Pushes himself back onto it properly, then backs up to the wall, so he can stretch his legs out a little. Lean his head back, cross his arms. Get...not comfy, but a little more settled, appropriate for a "long story".]
My mother is...or was, rather, the president of an international organization known as the Aether Foundation. The Foundation's operations were—are, very...diverse. But for context for any of this, they include...various human and Pokemon welfare activities, as well as research, largely in that same area. Environmental conservation, biomedical science. Among other things.
[It is so much to explain.]
My mother... [No, wait. Grimace. Backtrack for additional, even more So Much Context.] Years ago, one of the Foundation's less public projects found— [GRIMACE. COMPRESS.] —effectively, another world. Or a space between worlds, because it was much...closer to ours than this one or anything else—I don't know the fine distinctions. They called it Ultra Space. And there were creatures that could fall through into our world from it, if a wormhole formed under the right conditions. Knowing what I know now, they're far more like Pokemon than like anything from [finally glances up at Rindo for a moment] actual other worlds. But they're not Pokemon, and from where they were standing—where we were standing—Ultra Beasts were very...alien. And dangerous.
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(...And part of him is still apprehensive about inviting questions he won't be able to answer, the same as it always was.)
But that's a whole lot of excuses.]
...This might be a long story. [With the disclaimer handled, he...stops perching on the edge of the bed. Pushes himself back onto it properly, then backs up to the wall, so he can stretch his legs out a little. Lean his head back, cross his arms. Get...not comfy, but a little more settled, appropriate for a "long story".]
My mother is...or was, rather, the president of an international organization known as the Aether Foundation. The Foundation's operations were—are, very...diverse. But for context for any of this, they include...various human and Pokemon welfare activities, as well as research, largely in that same area. Environmental conservation, biomedical science. Among other things.
[It is so much to explain.]
My mother... [No, wait. Grimace. Backtrack for additional, even more So Much Context.] Years ago, one of the Foundation's less public projects found— [GRIMACE. COMPRESS.] —effectively, another world. Or a space between worlds, because it was much...closer to ours than this one or anything else—I don't know the fine distinctions. They called it Ultra Space. And there were creatures that could fall through into our world from it, if a wormhole formed under the right conditions. Knowing what I know now, they're far more like Pokemon than like anything from [finally glances up at Rindo for a moment] actual other worlds. But they're not Pokemon, and from where they were standing—where we were standing—Ultra Beasts were very...alien. And dangerous.