Hands of Fate-Epilogue
'Penny for your thoughts, N?'
N looked up and saw Zoroark standing in the doorway, a black bow tie around his neck and his normally wild fur neatly combed out and tamed. Seeing his best friend look so formal made the greenette chuckle lightly. Heck, just seeing his best friend, knowing that he was alive and well, was enough for him to smile. "Have I ever told you," N said as he approached the Illusion Fox Pokémon and petted the top of his head. "How grateful I am to you?"
Zoroark blinked a few times before smiling and rolling his eyes. 'You're not just saying this because of the whole "different lifetime where I was never in your life so you became a jerk" thing, are you?'
"Maybe a little," He admitted, scratching the back of his head in abash.
Zoroark tilted his head to one side, giving N a curious look. 'By the way, how's it going with remembering that life?'
A frown replacing his smile, a sigh breathed through N's lips. "It's no good. Try as I might, it seems that all