"...We invaded the newly descended Alola Spirit Realm and stole something extremely important from inside. As for what it was, I wasn't qualified to know."
Roy could only exclaim, "Well, damn."
So you were the ones who set the fire and burned the Vulpix Pokémon Egg too?
This Illuminati of yours really had done no end of harm!
With both old and new grudges against the Illuminati, Roy continued asking, "After capturing the students, where were you taking them?"
"Up the mountain, beside the Heavenly Pool." The tall, thin man's eyelids drooped, and his voice grew weaker and weaker. "We made a temporary base there. Once the operation is over, we'll evacuate immediately..." His voice faded, and his breathing stopped.
He was dead.
Evolution, a Natural-Born Warrior
Looking at the dead tall, thin man, Roy fell silent for a while before taking the Poké Ball from the man's waist and recalling the dying Banette.
So this is what killing feels like...
He might not have done it himself, but what difference was there between Lucario doing it and him doing it personally?
Pokémon had their own sense of good and evil, their own preferences and personalities. But for most Pokémon, as long as you did not abandon them and they acknowledged you, the most important person in their hearts would always be the Trainer who spent every day with them.
—If you were evil, they would willingly become executioners.
"Cha." Lucario moved closer to Roy, its face full of concern.
"I'm fine."
Roy shook his head. He was merely a little unaccustomed to it for the moment.
This was a psychological process every Trainer inevitably went through after experiencing a life-and-death battle.
Those with weaker nerves might be haunted by it for the rest of their lives and choose to