The Long And Dark Teatime of the Soul

Inside a particular guild, in a specific hallway, stood a certain riolu in a wallowing-ish mood.  He knew the phases he'd go through, realization, doubt, and trying to figure out what the howl went wrong.  
It was probably in part his fault, but he still couldn't understand how they had botched such a menial job.  And then it all fell apart from there.  Shaking his head Radon shook those thoughts away.  No, he'd get back, pick himself up. He had to.
Another long sigh escaped him.  Now he just had to wait until an inspiration hit him.