The Great Marsh – Terminal || Afternoon
R'hia was starting to realize why Asura had mixed feelings about the flying-type. Uxie could be the greatest boon they could ask for, even if he wants to stay neutral, and yet the kid's actively shooting scathing comments at him. At a LEGEND. Even those who were against the legends these days would probably have more respect for the power Uxie carries than Seek is currently showing... She opts to not speak out, figuring that, alongside her newer place among the group, the Legend of knowledge was probably wiser than to be provoked by a kiddo. She heard Eleroo wondering aloud, "I wonder if they want peace too."
"I can guarantee they want peace. But when a group's been through enough, sometimes... well, sometimes they see violence and harsh defense as the only road to keep their own remaining peace. If we were in their shoes, I know your friend would be the first to pipe up for any new group's departure." The human tried her best to put the shoe on the other foot, even these days. She turned to Uxie, the prior talk of teleportation and escape. "I don't have much experience with Psychics, let alone Legends. Is it even possible for you to teleport others, let alone a group of our size?" She ran the possibilities through her head. Hell, she didn't even know what this group's ultimate goal or destination was, but in terms of short distance, teleportation could be really useful for avoiding conflict, or gaining an upper hand... should Uxie offer it. He seemed averse to conflict, though a Legend taking sides in a squabble like this does indeed seem like it could have ill effects later on.
Asura, predictably so, was once again getting agitated by Seek. He waited a bit to interject, so perhaps that patience was a victory in some small way- but it had come and gone. "You're lucky to be alive, foolish girl. If it weren't for Uxie, you may well have been taking one last blow when we were outside. You forget that you do not speak for us all, and certainly not for me. A grumpy tone to his voice and body, he turns and moves away from the group.
He wanders towards Felix, who has a concerned Charizard above him. "Treatment? Surely you don't intend to enter the rain once more, Shenron." The fire type was too kind- or perhaps too eager to help- for his own good. Though, to be fair, Asura was acting on assumption here.