[N smiles, looking at Saralegui. N had done him wrong, so at least he deserves an explanation.]

All my life, I heard of humans who would do horrible things to my dearest friends. Humans that would beat their Pokemon for "training". Who would abandon them when they no longer served a purpose. I heard of humans that would neglect their Pokemon, ignoring their needs and even neglecting to feed them. I heard of humans that would breed them and simply discard the Pokemon that were not born with the strengths that they were looking for. And I knew Ghetsis, who was a distant man, and whose words were always so swaying.

I only knew of humans in this way. Those were the Pokemon I met.

But I began to meet more Pokemon. I heard their voices, and how happy they were with their good Trainers. I was happy, to see those Pokemon... I wanted to see more humans like that. I wanted to see humans that were loving, and happy. I didn't believe them to be the majority, for a long time, as I pursued my Ideal of separating humans from Pokemon forever. But I was met with the "Truth". They showed me that I was wrong.

I still have many things to see. Many different kinds of humans to see.