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Endymion winced at the explanation. He wasn't sure if there was anything he could say on the matter, where he wouldn't slip up in such an ungraceful manner as before, or that wouldn't end up stinging from the words themselves or the memories they brought up. Anything that seemed like a bandage on the situation felt like such an empty comment, but it was all he could bring himself to come up with, "At the very least... it's over now, and you don't ever have to w-worry about going through it again." Never mind that she had to be reminded of it every day, just by taking herself into consideration; Endymion was perceptive enough to catch on to that, and it hurt to think about. "You should visit her," he agreed, "Even if she doesn't remember, it can be good for you both." No, he wasn't sure about that, but it was better than nothing.

A grand total of two good-minded people didn't seem to relax the boy as much as it should have, and he was having a highly difficult time coming up with anything to say. He tried, but they tended towards being a single word, or merely a nod of the head. "I-I would suspect so..." was the most he had said, and it was right before he shook his head and waved an arm, as though to drop the subject. He wasn't being very careful about the way he came across, more focused on keeping the panic down than how he appeared. He heard everything Cascade had said, but couldn't react to it at the moment, stashing it in the recesses of his mind to dig through at a later date. Now was not the time for such things, as he was finding it increasingly difficult to think straight.

He had to think about that answer a moment, but he hadn't a way to really keep track of time, nor a reason to. It didn't help that thinking wasn't coming in very clearly at the moment, so he figured taking a stab at it was better than standing there and looking like an idiot. "It's... I hadn't actually been staying with him l-long before I... grew," he explained, "I'd... roughly guess a couple months." He frowned, but instead of getting annoyed with this track of conversation, he decided to be relieved of it for once, "There's two others, two other pokémon, b-but that's it. Wh... where are you even staying?" That... was so clumsy of him.

It wasn't working. It seemed the more the conversation continued, the more the both of them felt the draining weight of anxiety, of apprehension... all products of facing the unknown. There was only so much either of them could face in the forms of 'what if' scenarios running through the mind. Endymion knew that pondering it over and working up the stress over things that haven't even happened, and perhaps may never... it never did any good. True, many actions in this world were much easier said than done, but what else was there one could do but try? He sighed, trying to catch his breath though it may have sounded a bit unintentionally-irritated, "Well, if it's up to her... why not just ask? I mean... if you explain that she might n-not like what she hears, then it's still her choice. It wouldn't be... your fault at all." Cascade seemed too sensitive to just be able to brush it off so easily, should the one she was worried about take it badly, but... "It's like r-running away, right? If you don't... do anything?" Just like Endymion himself tended to do...

He felt like he was shaking, mixing nervous energy with his dizziness, but he wasn't. The subject matter that upset the scyther may have been dissipated, but the conversation that was working up the teen before him still seemed to be going strong. While it wasn't necessarily distressing the boy by itself, he was worried that it may have adverse effects on her. Maybe not to the same degree as End, but neither one of them were socially inclined. He didn't actually want to leave until he was sure she didn't think the scyther disliked her, or at least until she was happier.

Endymion flushed a bit at the thought of how he met Nix, considering it was completely alternate to what he was just talking about. What was he suppose to say? He thought it was safer to travel in a group than stay on his own, because he was practically scared of everything... but he didn't want to say something like that! He didn't want to lie, either... was there some middle-ground, slightly vague answer he could use? "Well, h-he's a researcher. Y'know, one of those people who... go around and, um... observe wild pokémon. Discover new things about them, that sort of thing, and, um... Ah! No, the others aren't transformed, I'm the... the only one," he tried to explain, stumbling as a form of sidestepping parts of the conversation. "They're a shroomish and a... a grimer," he made a face at the last; he still had not figured out how to get near that one without wanting to pass out from the fumes. "So you travel, too? All by yourself? Isn't that lonely?" he asked before he noticed he was probably making himself more of an open book, with the subject matters he focused on with his targeted questions.

Cascade made some very good points, and in thought over the hybridized teen's response, Endymion's eyes drifted downward in deliberation. It was obvious that the suggestion the child had offered was something that Cascade had probably already considered. If she were to mention anything about knowing what happened in the past, then the one that she was worried about would know where to go for answers, or even that someone else knew what said answers were. "Are you sure..." the scyther wondered aloud, "that she doesn't already know that something... isn't right? Something's missing?" If it was something important, would a person be able to recognize that an issue so large was gone from memory? Such a huge portion of their own history? Although, that was also the difference: even if this amnesiac acknowledged the missing information within her own mind, it wouldn't have necessarily registered as having been from trauma... Shaking his head, he sighed, "I think I see what you mean..." Maybe the perfect time to inform the other party would present itself in due time, but Endymion couldn't help but feel as though that were merely optimism speaking.

With his own nervousness over relaying current living conditions, Endymion just about missed the blatant uneasiness in Cascade's voice when she accepted his answer. Truthfully, it took a bit of time to register, but noting the tonal difference actually managed to lessen the scyther's tension on the matter. It didn't seem as though he would have to go into any further detail on Nix, though coming to such a quick conclusion concerned the boy. Regardless, he nodded his head, but said nothing further about the researcher. Instead, he offered a grin as Cascade attempted to be more delicate with her words on what it may have been like to meet a grimer, "I suppose 'pleasure' is one way of putting it..." She understood what he had meant with his own reaction, it seemed!

It wasn't as though the poké-child couldn't understand traveling alone, it was more that she seemed friendly enough that traveling with someone may have been more beneficial. She had mentioned being a test subject for weapon creation, and although he didn't correlate with her insecurity on Nix's profession, he did link it with a more solitary lifestyle. Studious types didn't like to be disturbed, either, but that was beside the point. "You seem to get along just fine with me, and I'm sure there are others," he insisted. Never mind that she'd have to find those 'others' before teaming up with them, which was an endeavor in its own right. Endymion just didn't like the thought of traveling alone, when the place may be dangerous. While she hinted at the contrary, she appeared so delicate, and it was difficult to push past that fact.

Endymion nodded as Cascade seemed to have come to the same conclusions that the scyther had mentally gone over as he had spoken. Despite the flooding of questions, they all seemed to answer themselves without any help from the other party once the logic was weaved into the matter, placing oneself into the others' shoes. Unfortunately, it didn't answer the most important ones: when a good time to tell someone of their forgotten history was, or whether to tell them would benefit in the long run at all. "She might not even think it's all that strange, not to remember. I can't remember much from my own early years," he shrugged, sighing in mild defeat; he didn't know how old this other person happened to be at the time, after all. Frowning, it took him a moment before he shook his head in regards to the dilemma, "I'm... honestly not sure. It's a lot of pressure to put on anyone, and I'm sorry you have to be the one burdened with it." The boy blinked just then, "Wait... could you maybe tell someone else first, and have them help? You know... um, k-kinda like what you're doing with me, but with someone that your friend might feel more comfortable with?" A support group, of sorts, but having people around that cared and were there for them... it might help!

He snickered at the hybrid-teen's response to meeting a grimer, trying to stifle the laugh and failing. Well, hopefully she could forgo ever having to meet one in person, though at least Margarita had since been able to get a handle on her stench issue. When Cascade offered the idea that he might just be more understanding than others, he flinched and quickly shook his head, "N-No, I don't think I am. You're a really interesting person, you should give yourself more credit!" Besides, he made just as many assumptions as anyone else, perhaps even more... he didn't think he was all that deserving of the compliment. He let the silence drag on for a bit before he was able to think any followup comment, "Well... habit isn't very easy to break, that's for sure. Sometimes trying to only makes it worse, but... but you seem pretty adaptable. If you tried... I mean, if you wanted to, I'm sure you could do so easily enough." It was one light he could see, at least, but why focus on the negativity? Change didn't seem to happen for the better unless one was in the right mindset for it to occur, at least more often than not.