The harsh expression ebbed away, back into his permanent state of seriousness. Zero rubbed the back of his neck again, returning to his thoughts. If his hoverbike hadn't disappeared, that would've been his go-to answer. As it was, he didn't have Pokemon and he couldn't get terribly far outside, being shoeless and all, without cutting up his feet even more - that rather defeated the point of taking it easy.

When it came to hobbies, he had none. The defeated sigh he gave spoke to that clearly. He had to find something though, right? If he didn't want to keep being a weapon forever, he had to find... something.

It felt like grasping at smoke.

"I don't have anything else. If I did, I'd... I'd be anything but me."