[At first he wants to respond petulantly, questioning why the Pokemon are allowed to participate in mindless violence but he's not. But as N goes on he just begins to feel more and more awful. About everything. His head is pounding, it's slowly dawning on him exactly what he's done, and now... The coldness in N's voice is shocking. He's really done something terrible hasn't he? Thomas lifts the gun, holding it sideways, noting how tensely he's gripping it, the way his hand shakes. He closes his eyes.]

I made a mistake. N. [His eyes open, and he looks at N imploringly.] I did, I made a mistake; you told me not to do this, I should never have even...

[He suddenly scowls at the revolver, forcefully opening the cylinder. He shakes it toward the ground and the two bullets slip out, jingling on the street.] There, look! It's useless now. [He seems to realize the truth of the statement only after he says it, and is rather less enthusiastic as he closes it. He puts the gun in his coat pocket out of habit, remembering as he does so that the pocket has been repurposed to hold his Pokeballs. Quite guiltily, he pulls out Dodger's and looks at it sadly.]

I want to help. I - I promise I'll do exactly as you say. Please don't be angry with me. [He feels somewhat ashamed pleading, but he can see he is so much in the wrong that it almost doesn't matter. The prospect of losing N, his guide and confidant, is terrible.] I swear, I'll just do whatever you say.