“Looks like you've been taking good care of Zorua.” N looked at the small pokémon next to him, which jumped and made some of its characteristic grunts. “He likes you a lot, doesn't he?”

He was still trying to let go of the ideals that had been shoved down his throat for so many years, but it was no longer as radical as before. N saw, more than once, those pure creatures protecting their humans out of love, a reciprocated kind of love.

“Please continue to take good care of him for me.”