[He listens carefully, and nods slowly when Thomas has finished talking. He does understand why Thomas did what he did; it is just that he doesn't want to. He may be trying to change himself, but his bias will always be there.]
... A... Alright. Good.

[But there's apparently something that aggravates him. If N is going to teach, he might as well start now.] But that "horrible bird"... [Thankfully, he has an idea of what a "bird" is, thanks to Paprika. He now thought it synonymous to "Flying-type".] ... is called a Sigilyph. It likely attacked you using its psychic abilities-- that's what caused the pain in your head, as well as my own injury. But it is by no means deserving of being called "horrible".

And the clay Pokemon... is called Baltoy. Both species are ancient. Supposedly, they can live for hundreds-- possibly thousands of years. [The idea of all that time and experience destroyed in a moment is tragic. Maybe he should go back, gather what remains he can and have a burial... Just do something more.] Sigilyphs used to protect cities built by ancient Unovans... That's why they are attacking-- they see us as a threat.

[His eyes wander to the Center doors-- strong enough to hold back the attackers, but transparent.] They are far from home too...