"Always emotional, always quiet, always... Different."

Shuffling the documents in his hands, he'd lay them down on the desk in the dusty room he called an 'office'. The man was quite old, but dressed very smartly which made him appear a lot younger. Sighing, he pointed at a part in the file, "Frequent migraines, hallucinations, delusions, paranoia... See? You must understand, we can treat this kind of stuff. It was only the other day that he started screaming in the middle of class. Again."

The woman sat the other side of the desk was old, a little large and had a light blonde bob that finished just above her shoulders. Despite being a little old, she still looked very glamorous thanks to the red lipstick, turquoise jewellery and pearl earrings. Waving her hand and scoffing, she replied back to him with a snappy tone, "No, no, no. You don't understand. You're diagnosing my Tempy all wrong." Readjusting herself in the uncomfortable wooden chair, she used her walking stick to support her weight a bit as she leaned forward over the desk, peering at the files with her soft yet icy eyes. "Just because it may not be that popular in today's society or fit into what is deemed 'normal', does not mean you have to pile all these nasty conditions onto my loving grandson."

Shoving the file back towards the man, she leaned back and crossed her leg over, "I know you don't like the word but he does indeed have a natural talent for... Hmm, how should I put it?... The supernatural!" This instantly made the older gentleman twist his mouth into a sour pout. "They may not be that 'common' in today's world, but when I was a young girl, psychics were not diagnosed with conditions like schizophrenia."

A little red and flustered, the man rubbed his temples, "But even if that were true, it doesn't mean he's in not pain and needs special attention. Let him be institutionalised for a few months, we can set him straight and get rid of the symptoms of his 'condition'."

Scowling, Temple's grandma pushed herself up off the chair and whacked her walking stick on the table, making him jump. "No! I'll sort it out myself, I don't need you dosing him up with Arceus knows what and telling him to stop dreaming. If he needs to have time off college, let him have it. It will be best for him and you know it!"

There was a tense silence in the air.

"So..." the man began, preparing for the woman to shout at him, "What do you suggest we do?"


Shocked by his question, she stopped for a moment to properly think. It took some time given her age, but eventually a small smile appeared on her face. "He may be too old to do all that trainer stuff, and honestly, I don't think he's that keen on it anyway. He's made for more, so let him go and do it. Let him follow his heart, travel the world and see where his visions take him. Let him carve out his own path, without the shackles of education and societies norms pulling him down. Give him the chance to do what he was born to do."

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