He sighs, sitting down cross-legged next to the downed Pokemon. He'd only been walking by when he'd spotted him, yellow fur standing out in sharp contrast to the gloom around them. He didn't want to linger by his own grave it seemed... Unwise somehow.

But he eyed it now, to have something to look at that wasn't the small slumped over figure next to him, "There is nothing to apologize for. We are all seeing things we would rather not. And we all died before coming here."

Knowing that isn't the same as seeing though. As feeling someone elses emotions.

"It will be alright. Eventually."