Another shake of his head, his hand reaching up to give the back of Zoroark's fluffy black and red mane a ruffle.

"Where I am from, I have a gift no one else does - I can understand and speak to Pokemon. To my father, I was little more than an tool, a means to an end and a selfish one at that. The way he raised me, he made certain my interaction with other people was minimal, and that I only saw the darker side of Pokemon trainers. That is, the Pokemon that were brought to me were always abused and neglected. I was led to believe that was all trainers were capable of, and I was blinded by the prejudiced he instilled in me."