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"I hope we can just end all of this fighting. It kinda breaks my heart to see Pokemon in pain..." Damien said. A high, cold and truly feminine laugh echoed across the field. Damien flinched and turned toward the source. There, standing on the path towards Bastion City, was his sister. "You always WERE a sentimental sap," she said walking over to the group. She looked over each one of them, as if appraising them based on the way they looked. "Your taste in company has really become tragic. My brother, some peasant, and a mountain man... I'm ashamed to even think that we're related, Damien." With that, she went over to one of the weakened Waspoon, and picked it up, holding it up in front of Damien. "At least you were useful for something," she said, before launching the Waspoon skyward and then tossing a Pokeball up after it. The Waspoon, in its weakened state, put up no struggle, and so it was an easy catch. Damien felt a great rage welling up inside of him. "You always think you're better than me!" he screamed. "Well, here's a news flash: I am just as good as you. You wait and see!" Damien huffed a little, as his sister just looked at him with cold indifference. "Fine. When you get to Bastion City, we'll see if you're as good as you say." And then she walked off. Damien stamped the ground. "God! I hate Cassandra," he said. Then he turned to Huck and Andy. "C'mon! I won't be outdone by her. We've got a Bumbler to find!"

"Mom said that she always used to feed it to her Pokemon and her mother before her, to show their Pokemon that they appreciate the help they're given by the Pokemon. It tastes sweet and make Pokemon of any kind happier," Damien closed his eye. "I've had one once. It tasted like sweet memories of when I was three and my family and I all had so much fun just going on picnics and watching Volbeat and Illumise during the summer, eating watermelon and fresh apples before going to sleep late at night..." Damien had a smile on his face. "But that was o long ago..." he almost inaudibly whispered. Then he opened his eyes. "Say, what kind of bee lives in a hive like that?" he inquired.