Lucas had lost his sense of sentimentality. His feelings didn't easily change around "cute" things like Clefairys. Since his wife's death, his heart had been numb. He wasn't heartless, but the line between heartless and loving had been blurred in his mind's eye such that he couldn't tell the difference anymore. He looked at the Clefairy again and noted its rare color. They'd be so impressed back at the university, he thought. He stared at the pokemon with his naturally stern face and said, "Don't waste my time, or I'll simply rethink my decision to pass you by. After all, you're worth fighting, not befriending or catching. Rarity aside, you're a nuisance. As far as I'm concerned, this is strike two for you." He turned to continue walking...