[It's downright impressive. Here's what the question accomplishes: first, the boy looks into the camera like he thinks it might bite him. Then, he puts the PokéGear down and turns away, and...
And, well, a little time passes. If the boy is saying anything, it's hard to hear; the Gear isn't picking it up, and the camera's pointed at his back. But then he turns to face it again, picks it back up and finally answers:]
You wanted to know where I live, right? I don't wanna be too specific... but it's probably alright to just say "Sardinia!"
[Did his eyes change colour just a bit? Surely not.]
Min-Gi isn't sure what's happening, so he just sits there. Waiting. He doesn't want to interrupt whatever is going on because that would obviously be rude, but he does look uncomfortable when the other boy finally turns back.
If he notices anything strange about his eyes, he doesn't say anything. He probably just misremembered or something.]
I haven't been there.
[Which in this case may be another way of saying "I don't know where that is" without actually having to say it.]
[Min-Gi's face falls quickly at that. His little headshake of admission is almost imperceptible.]
No. That's why I've got to get home. Ryan said it's a dream, but maybe it's not...
[Nothing about this place feels any more real than it had this morning, but this is so much more vivid than any dream he's ever had. It also feels like it's gone on a lot longer. He's starting to have his doubts.]
My friend thought it might be a dream too... but I dunno if I've ever met someone in a dream who also thought they were dreaming.
[Besides, how much did he really think this was a dream, if he freaked out so badly when another kid asked him where he's from, huh?! Maybe both his friend and this other guy's are in denial.]
It would be weird for so many people to think that...
[Much as he hates to admit it, that theory is starting to feel less likely. It's just scarier to think it might not be, and there are no other explanations that make more sense.]
Min-Gi has to ponder that, and... He can't fault that logic. There's still a look of trepidation on his face, but he nods bravely.]
Okay. I'll do it.
[He breathes in a deep breathe, rolling up his sleeve to expose some of his arm. Tentatively he reaches down to pinch a small bit of flesh between his fingers.
Judging by the way he yelps and winces? Yep. That hurt.]
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[How does this child make a question sound so accusatory...?]
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And, well, a little time passes. If the boy is saying anything, it's hard to hear; the Gear isn't picking it up, and the camera's pointed at his back. But then he turns to face it again, picks it back up and finally answers:]
You wanted to know where I live, right? I don't wanna be too specific... but it's probably alright to just say "Sardinia!"
[Did his eyes change colour just a bit? Surely not.]
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Min-Gi isn't sure what's happening, so he just sits there. Waiting. He doesn't want to interrupt whatever is going on because that would obviously be rude, but he does look uncomfortable when the other boy finally turns back.
If he notices anything strange about his eyes, he doesn't say anything. He probably just misremembered or something.]
I haven't been there.
[Which in this case may be another way of saying "I don't know where that is" without actually having to say it.]
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[Reiterating it for good measure.]
I've never been to Canada either.
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[And okay so he's here without them, but it's not like he meant that to happen.]
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[He looks... a little more worried now. Chit-chat is nice and fun, but he can't just forget something weird is going on.]
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No. That's why I've got to get home. Ryan said it's a dream, but maybe it's not...
[Nothing about this place feels any more real than it had this morning, but this is so much more vivid than any dream he's ever had. It also feels like it's gone on a lot longer. He's starting to have his doubts.]
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[Besides, how much did he really think this was a dream, if he freaked out so badly when another kid asked him where he's from, huh?! Maybe both his friend and this other guy's are in denial.]
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[Much as he hates to admit it, that theory is starting to feel less likely. It's just scarier to think it might not be, and there are no other explanations that make more sense.]
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...I don't want to.
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[Duh.]
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[The logic is flawless.]
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Min-Gi has to ponder that, and... He can't fault that logic. There's still a look of trepidation on his face, but he nods bravely.]
Okay. I'll do it.
[He breathes in a deep breathe, rolling up his sleeve to expose some of his arm. Tentatively he reaches down to pinch a small bit of flesh between his fingers.
Judging by the way he yelps and winces? Yep. That hurt.]
Owwww!
[Honestly, he didn't even pinch that hard.]
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[He's just assuming Min-Gi went way overboard, okay. He can be charitable like that.]
It does mean you're not dreaming...
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[You know. Because of the whole dream thing.
But. Hm. If this isn't a dream...]
Does that mean you're real?
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Of course I'm real! What kind of question is that?
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[Obviously!!]
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[Even more obviously!!]
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[There's definitely a hint of irritation here.]
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[He's real, and so is his friend! No matter what papa says.]
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[A wild concept he hadn’t considered up until now. Can they both be real? If they are, this whole thing suddenly makes a whole lot less sense.]
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