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Nemona doesn’t hate her name—to the contrary, she finds it quite pretty, finds it flattering to be named after the beautiful blue flowers that grow to the west of her native Unova.
What she has come to dread, over the years, is her name being called. Always, it seems, her name is associated with expectations being placed on her, with requests being made of her.
”Nemona, behave yourself. You come from a great family.”
”Nemona, we expect much of you as the Student Council President.”
”This is Nemona—she can teach you just about anything you need to know about this school.”
”Please do not start battles in a crowd, Nemona.”
”Why, Nemona, you could organize this tournament, could you not?”
It’s only when she meets Juliana that she changes her mind, finds that she loves the sound so long as it comes from her Juli’s lips.
”Nemona, you’re absolutely beautiful.”
”Nemona, if it weren’t for you, I would be so hopelessly lost.”
”Ne~mo~naaaaa~ I love you!!!”
What a beautiful thing, to have a name.