✖ - a repressed memory?
[This memory has no moving images, only still, blurry photos. All the pictures are of one loft area, all slightly different but having the same setup: a middle-aged man sitting at a desk, his chair turned to face the witness of this scene.
"Dad, I can't do this anymore! I can't just let you keep treating me with no respect!" Kris's voice cuts in; he sounds like he's on the verge of tears.
"I would treat you with more respect if you weren't acting like this!" A man's voice cuts in. "Acting like you're a boy when you dress and act the way you do. You're just an immature little girl!"
"I'm not being immature! This is who I am, Dad." Kris's throat sounds blocked up. "Say whatever you want, but I can figure this out myself. I did figure it out myself, like, 3 years ago. And you acting like this is exactly why I didn't tell you."
In the images, the man stands up from his chair, and the perspective takes a step back. Kris is afraid.
"You just never consider how we feel about all this, huh?" The man sounds angrier. "How your mom and your brother felt when they found out? This is hard for us, you know. We thought we knew you, we thought you trusted us! How do you think I feel knowing now that my only daughter thinks she's a boy?"
Kris is silent for a moment before taking a deep breath and answering.
"Think about what you just said. That's why I don't trust you."
The image fades, and the sound of a door slamming is heard before the memory ends.]
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[This memory in particular is a strong one, pretty well cemented into Kris's memory as of right now. He looks a little younger, the viewer can see as the artist stares at their own reflection in the glass case behind the desk of their university advisor, but by no more than a few years.
"What do you mean, you're dropping out?" His advisor looks puzzled. "You were so excited for this upcoming semester, Kris. You're one of the star students of the program. You've told me you're happy here."
Kris folds his arms in front of him, slouching down in his seat. "I know you've seen those new papers being released. They're kind of impossible to ignore right now, after all."
"And? Those papers are of preliminary trials, it might turn out to not have any causation. You just have to have patience—"
"I'm not going into any sort of field where I have to harm Pokémon to reach any sort of progress." Kris lets out a heavy sigh. "I just can't do it. I chose this major in the hopes to further help Pokémon adjust to this phenomenon, but hearing it brings them pain to go through Mega Evolution... it's just not moral to keep subjecting them to that."
The advisor shakes his head. "Why not just switch to a different major? Why does it have to be all or nothing?"
"I know damn well that Mega Evolution is permeating every field these days. And I can't rightfully stay with any of these programs knowing that I'm inadvertently forwarding research on an incredibly harmful fad."
"You're making a mistake."
"I know I probably am. But this isn't your decision to make."
Kris stands up, heading for the door.
"I'll have my official documents sent here within a couple days. Thank you for helping me this past year. Goodbye."]
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So um, reading over the Umbrashard QNA, I found funny that both times Kris and Birdly I mean Berdly we're asked about each other they say:
Basically:
(Also, I put no real effort on Kris since they just didn't worked like I wanted to so clear anatomy and accurate dress structure go down the drain.)
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