[By then, hopefully, he'll have tamed a bit of that darkness as well. Guzma still, to this day, gets angry very easily, and his explosive and unpredictable nature still reflects that he will always have that part of him that's not always going be the so-called 'good guy' that people wanted him to be. He can't be that person, and he's stopped trying. He is who he is and can only move forward into who he wants to become. But now he seeks betterment, atonement, growth...but not forgiveness. He'll take the booing, the hate, the bitterness, and the anger reflected back at him.

Lillie's kindness, too, he has learned to slowly accept as well. Genuine kindness, and friendship, and a feeling of belonging. Family. It's nice to have, even if not by blood. Even in the moments like this, where his true and 'terrible' nature peeks through, it's nice to fall back on that gentle feeling of comfort, because he still knows there are people out there who care about him. It may not be his flesh and blood, but it's better. Stronger.

Cackling, Guzma emerges but a moment after Lillie does, pushing back his damp hair and shaking out his hoodie. He's holding Lillie's sunhat, because he's not so mean as to just leave it swimming in the mana pool, and plops it down on her head as he wades out of the pool and heads toward their old home. Things have indeed changed, and the older homes have grown larger, still stylized a bit, but certainly not in complete disarray. Guzma and Lillie's abode hasn't changed much over time, but now there are small changes if Lillie goes poking around. Though...she may be distracted as a flash of white and orange buzzes by, and Guzma grins.]

Hey there, darlin', I said I'd be back, yo. Y'didn't bother Pinsir too much, yeah? I mean it, girlie, be nice to 'im, y'all know he's sensitive. [The Pokemon, a Masquerain, perches in the man's hood as it hums quietly, the 'eyes' on its head drooping before perking up again at the sight of Lillie.]Na-aah! Behave. Lil's family.