[...Well, that's curious. If this weren't a minefield of a situation already, he'd be half-tempted to try reading Victoria's mind just to see what it is that's giving her a headache. But his focus is still on Celes, and to some more vague degree the mission in general, and so he decides to let it go for the time being.

Besides, this is...curious. And frankly, unsettling.

So she was waiting for permission? From him, as opposed to her own trainer?

...You know, he's long expected that he probably shouldn't trust the Pokemon he was given by the organization to the fullest degree (why else would he have caught the rest of his psychic team by hand, from the wild?), but if this is the proof of it, that at any time Schlingel could refuse one of his orders in favor of getting a superior's permission...

Well, fuck that, basically.]

You take orders from her, not from me.

[Maybe he'll regret that someday, but no one ever said he was a strategist, either.

Maybe he'll regret that the remark comes out a little quieter than he means it to, as well, but that would involve admitting to regret in the first place, and professionally speaking he hates that.]

If you want out, then go.

[He pauses, reaching for the balls at his belt long enough to retrieve his Zoroark, which when called out abruptly takes up its place at his side like it's supposed to.]

...But if you want to stay and wreck shit, an illusion might go a little farther for you than trying to keep your hands over your face.