“…So, you’re the one interfering with Team Galactic again,” Saturn said coolly, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as he stepped forward. His voice carried no anger, only a detached calmness, as though he were commenting on the weather. Behind him, his Toxicroak shifted restlessly, its golden eyes glinting. “I admire your persistence, but do you truly understand what you’re standing against? Our work isn’t simple crime—it’s evolution. A world reshaped without the chaos you cling to.”

The trainer gripped their Poké Ball tightly, unwilling to back down. “You’re wrong,” they shot back firmly. “Cyrus and Team Galactic are tearing this world apart. Pokémon aren’t tools for some vision—they’re partners. If you really cared about the future, you wouldn’t be hurting them, or the people who love them.” Their determination sparked, filling the room with tension. Even with Saturn’s calculating stare weighing down on them, they didn’t falter.

For a moment, Saturn’s composure cracked, just slightly—his gaze flickered as if he questioned something deep inside. But he smoothed his expression quickly, lifting a hand as Toxicroak stepped forward. “Strong words,” Saturn murmured, his tone quieter now. “Perhaps… you believe them more than I can believe in Cyrus’s dream.” He paused, almost as if considering the trainer’s conviction, before letting his voice harden again. “Still, I am a commander. And my duty is clear. Show me if your resolve can overcome mine.”