[Miror slips the Pokeballs into his pocket, giving Paprika an amused, sarcastic look that doesn't conceal his true ire at the question very well.] Fuhohoho! Oh, darling; how incredibly naive of you! No, no; that's not it at all! [He frowns slightly. He knows exactly why N annoys him so much. In a brand new world where everything was looking up, where all his past failures were forgotten and everyone he met seemed so willing to do his bidding, N was the only one who threatened to tear it all down.

Oh, yes, he'd almost definitely blown the small amount of resistance out of proportion, but the self-righteous brat he'd heard on the Xtransceiver all those months ago reminded him so much of Michael that it had made him a bit obsessive. And he knew all that, but that definitely wasn't something you could go admitting aloud.] I'm just proving a point here. I mean, really, like I care about the silly League. [Okay, he does care a little.

He turns to Proto Man.] What are we going to do with them! Oh, it has to be good. Oh, oh, I just wish I could make Shadow Pokemon properly! That would be oh-so-perfect. Oh well. I suppose I'll just have to, I don't know. Kill them? Seems pointless. [He starts to wander off, talking aloud about his options.] I mean, what good are dead Pokemon? Useless! No, no; I won't kill them. Well, not all of them, anyway. Fuhohoho!