Dasken stood feet over Mana, but he knew she was leaps and bounds ahead of himself. He never really looked down at anyone, considering the don't judge a book by it's cover ordeal. However, it seemed hilariously appropriate that the Emolga could go feet above Rhyperior. "I need to know something," Dasken asked. He gave her a look that told her he gave her complete honesty - and expected the same - as he said, "Tell me the truth." He took a step towards her, eyes filled with glaring conviction.
"Why didn't your entire branch have a file on my childhood? Why didn't any of your branches have information about me as a kid? For Arceus' sake, I don't remember anything from before the military! I entered as a Rhyhorn, Mana. A Rhyhorn!" His eyes blazed furiously. "What happened?"
(Didn't have a history section in the bios. ;3
"Why didn't your entire branch have a file on my childhood? Why didn't any of your branches have information about me as a kid? For Arceus' sake, I don't remember anything from before the military! I entered as a Rhyhorn, Mana. A Rhyhorn!" His eyes blazed furiously. "What happened?"
(Didn't have a history section in the bios. ;3