Collax held back a chuckle at Madison's parting words with her handkerchief. It was hard for him to tell if she was serious or not, so he let it go and went back to what he was doing. He dumped the sand into the bucket, enough to make a layer of sand on the bottom of the bucket about a centimeter thick. Not the best, but it would be fine. After the sand, he piled in the gravel to create a layer of the larger, more spacious rocks. The gravel layer was about two inches, which was plenty. Now he just needed to wait for the wood to burn enough.
In the meantime, Madison had begun conversation with him. Though Collax was quite the person for chatting, he wasn't sure what to expect from Madison. Most experience with her consisted of insults laced with a few questions, so it wasn't promising. But the interest she showed in his past said something. The fact that she bothered to talk to him about HIM might suggest, like many of her recent actions, that she didn't just care about herself. So, he found himself plenty happy to talk.
"Maddie, if I was raised by wolves, I'd be howling in the middle of the night. Nah, nah it wasn't that interesting. I used to live out around the old lush jungle of Akala island, y'know, in the Alola region. Hard to get lost in a place where all ya gotta do is walk in one direction for an hour to get out of. But... I always liked the place. Hell, spent most of the waking day in there. I know that place like the back of my damn hand. Never used a tent, never brought a sleeping bag... just me and Barkley sitting around in the middle of the jungle. Climbing, foraging, eating, swimming, sleeping..." Barkley smiled and twirled around Collax in the memory. He came to rest atop Collax's grey trilby as the young trainer sighed. "It wasn't about proving nothing, not about toughness, or survival, or any of that. I guess I just picked those skills up over time. It was just about being free, y'know? Not being part of society. Not being surrounded in this ocean of asphalt in the cities, or cornered in by houses. Not being held on schedule by a school bell, or a job, or anything. Exploring as far as you want, stopping when you want to stop, eating when you want to eat... I tell ya, some people experience that kinda freedom only once in their life, if ever at all, and they hardly know what to do with it."
Collax stopped for a moment, staring out at the lake. The crackling of the fire was the only thing to be heard for a few seconds.
"When dad died, I hadn't gotten through school yet. Mom was in out in Hoenn, or somewhere. Travel agent. Always all over the place, visiting region after region. Saw her prolly' once a month. If even that. I lived with my cousin for a while, but I was always out in the jungle. Out there, I didn't care about what happened to me, or anything else in the world. Dad was dead? Well, I mourned, now I'm free again in the jungle. Flunked a grade in school? So what, I was too far away to begin with. I learn from experience. The only thing I ever got outta school was the ability to write and do basic math and algebra. S'all I needed, or more like all I wanted. Only thing I wanted besides that was to just be free. I wouldn't give up that jungle for the world."
There was another moment for silence as he leaned back and eventually lay down in the mud, hands under his head. Barkley flopped down on his stomach, and Skorupi curled up next to his side. Inkay took Barkley's place on Collax's hat.
"...I thought Lasryn would give me a new jungle, new freedom. A place where nobody could hold me back, slow me down. Sure, I knew there'd be others with me, an' I just hoped they'd understand that. This was supposed to be a wild region. Unknown, unexplored, uninhabited... A place where we could all be totally free and explore. Poke around every corner of the region, climb the trees and mountains, and enjoy every minute of it..."
"Then Lisa ends up dead in a hole in the ground."
From there, he seemed to have nothing else to say. What he didn't would surely already be understood.