[ There's no sudden clarity to Red. There's no less fear or doubt, no certain relief from speaking out his thoughts that had been going over his head since the illuminated night before. Garrus sounds more sure than he feels in that moment, but he doesn't want to confess to that; not when the otherworldly-man is trying to give his support (and has been trying for the majority of their trip out).

He's still plenty scared, about what he won't be able to do when it matters.

So Red just nods, silently, and gaze goes back out in the direction Charizard had been - and the pokémon was in flight, heading their way. ]

Can we just collect the food for now? Sorry... but I can't pick flowers and talk about something like this at the same time. It's too... strange.