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Arcran
Pitch nods. He couldn't exactly refute that point at the moment, could he?
"You are incredibly intelligent for a Pokemon," Pitch says, looking at the Absol. "And you are right; all our race does is take. Take liberty. Take your liberty. Take our own liberty. We leave barren wastelands where cities once stood," Pitch says, an evil grin slowly spreading across his face.
"But do you want to know a secret? I hate my kind as well. They ostracized me. Labeled me a freak for what I did to a few little Pokemon. Kept me from becoming a Trainer until I finally faked my way through the test. Sent me to prison when I was 14. They took any chance of a real life away from me. And now, just a few days ago, a man assaults me, trying to take away my new family," Pitch says, gesturing to Thales.
"And then, the cops start to suspect I was the one in the wrong! ME!" Pitch says, yelling angrily.
""So I had to run, unable to pay back the bastard that tried to take what was mine. Run like some kind of baser animal. But I will hunt them down. I will kill them. This knife?" Pitch says, flicking it out, "Will be red with their blood. Just stick with me for a bit; if you can put up with my smell, I can promise you more humans than you know what to do with," Pitch says, an actual smile on his face. "We will get stronger, and stronger until we are unbeatable. Then we will strike. And whoever that bastard was will regret ever hearing my name."