I don't know, Picky. They just do. No, they're not robots that I know of, but eventually real people will show up in their places.

[And the fact that he doesn't know what happens to drones, especially people he know who've been droned? Bugs him. A lot.

Pokey just nods his head.]

Right. They mean serious business here, Picky. This isn't like the crap going on back home. They're real honest to god villains who don't care about how bad they hurt you, they're going to do it anyway.

[Wow. Pokey isn't really sure how to even begin to address this. Time has clearly passed, but Picky didn't know who he really was? Ness never really filled him in? He guesses he can understand that, considering how kind-hearted Ness is, that he wouldn't want to tell Picky what a jackass his older brother really was.

The problem now is if Pokey can bring himself to tell his little brother that. To tell him the truth on the matter, about how god-awful he was, or lie for his sake.

Picky deserves to know what actually happened. Pokey fully believes that.]

.....Yeah. I'm a big shot. So I don't want you to have to get over run because of how well-known I am, especially by the jerks out there.

[But he can't do it.

Not now. And it's just so much easier.]