Before Volcanion decided he was just making idle talk...
Baimu spoke gently, explaining how he saw things.
"The place I come from is called Orre. It's terribly barren. As far as you can see, yellow sand fills the air, the ground is dry enough to crack, and you can't find a single green plant. Precious water has to be pumped from deep underground or brought in from elsewhere..."
"But even in a place like that," he said softly, "many people choose to stay. They want to make it fertile, to fill it with green mountains and clear waters, to make it like this place."
Volcanion followed Baimu's gaze. Mountains rose above flowing streams and shady trees; flowers blanketed the ground. It was magnificent.
Volcanion could see the longing in the human's eyes. But he understood that Baimu wasn't longing for the Nebel Plateau itself. He longed to see a place like it in Orre someday.
"If the day ever comes when you can't live on the Nebel Plateau anymore, when humans disturb you so often that you have to leave your home, come to Orre."
Baimu wiped his hands with a white cloth and smiled gently. "As long as I'm still there, along with my Pokémon, my friends, and my companions, you'll have a safe place to call home."
He didn't expect his words to sway Volcanion easily.
If Volcanion had been so willing to move, he wouldn't have called the Nebel Plateau "our home" when speaking to Ash and the others.
Pokémon were just as attached to their homes as humans were.
Leaving a familiar place took courage; venturing into the unknown took resolve.
Volcanion said nothing.
"Did I go too far? I'm sorry. I only wanted to offer another option. I don't think I'm necessarily right, and I