What? [Thomas turns back to N, his eyes darting rapidly over his friend's face. Something about N's reaction manages to break through Thomas's terrified delirium, and, losing the false sense of calm that had given him, he immediately looks upset.] N! N, my god, they're attacking! [He looks down at the scattered pieces of the Baltoy, taking a step away from them as if they were dangerous. He tilts his gun sideways and looks at it guiltily, as if suddenly remembering what he had done.]

Oh, N, I'm sorry! I said I wouldn't do that. I did say that, I -- [The anger in N's voice makes him look up, shocked.] Protect the world!? I didn't do anything to this world! I was playing by the rules! I -- I bought a book! I caught a bloody... Pokemon with a Pokeball! [He frowns, clenching his fingers on the handle of the gun tightly.] You said they were good, N!