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Pitch nods at Carn, then looks at the cowering snake, an amused grin crossing his face.

"What would you do to come with your sister? To share the life she will have?" he asks, the Pokeball hanging perhaps a little closer than the knife.
The Ekans' pattern of "speech" does not change. It may have heard you, it may have not. In any case, its hissed prayers continue unfettered by your words.

The blood from its Carn-inflicted wound is pooling around its curled up body. A breeze blows the coppery smell of it into your nose.