It was softly raining that night in Saffron City.
Solomon took one last look at his wife and the home they had built together. After 2 years of living together, he could no longer keep the truth about his work a secret. And her decision had been made.
Solomon had known that the two of them would need to have this conversation for a long time. She was a smart woman, not the kind of person that he could continue to lie to forever. But, when the dissolution of Team Rocket had become public knowledge, and a list of those confirmed to be affiliated with the criminal organization had been published with his name appearing on it, Solomon lost his chance to finally tell his wife the truth.
Now, he could not even look at her for the shame. He was, at least, grateful that she had not called the police. Solomon took his briefcase containing the Pokeballs of his last remaining friends, and his heavy old lab coat and left without saying goodbye.
As he strode through the lamp-lit streets of rainy Saffron, Solomon habitually passed by the Silph CO HQ building. He supposed that he would not be able to return to work in the morning as if nothing had changed. The fact was that Solomon was a criminal now.
He had never meant to be one, not that it should matter. He was just a Pokemon scientist who had no interest in where the grant money had been coming from, so long as he could continue to fund his research. Solomon thought for one last moment as the words, "Super-Pokemon Project" escaped his trembling lips.
With no plan and almost no hope, Solomon sat down on a bus stop bench to escape the rain, took a deep reflective breath, and waited for a miracle.
Solomon took one last look at his wife and the home they had built together. After 2 years of living together, he could no longer keep the truth about his work a secret. And her decision had been made.
Solomon had known that the two of them would need to have this conversation for a long time. She was a smart woman, not the kind of person that he could continue to lie to forever. But, when the dissolution of Team Rocket had become public knowledge, and a list of those confirmed to be affiliated with the criminal organization had been published with his name appearing on it, Solomon lost his chance to finally tell his wife the truth.
Now, he could not even look at her for the shame. He was, at least, grateful that she had not called the police. Solomon took his briefcase containing the Pokeballs of his last remaining friends, and his heavy old lab coat and left without saying goodbye.
As he strode through the lamp-lit streets of rainy Saffron, Solomon habitually passed by the Silph CO HQ building. He supposed that he would not be able to return to work in the morning as if nothing had changed. The fact was that Solomon was a criminal now.
He had never meant to be one, not that it should matter. He was just a Pokemon scientist who had no interest in where the grant money had been coming from, so long as he could continue to fund his research. Solomon thought for one last moment as the words, "Super-Pokemon Project" escaped his trembling lips.
With no plan and almost no hope, Solomon sat down on a bus stop bench to escape the rain, took a deep reflective breath, and waited for a miracle.