"Am I lucky?" Colress chuckles. "I suppose I am. If Reshiram had wanted it, I would probably be dead. Ergo, I wouldn't be standing here conducting experiments on Pokémon's thoughts and emotions. But that's a matter for hypothetical Colress, living in a universe where he's been incinerated to ash, to deal with. No pun intended."

Having made his intentions clear, Colress takes his eyes off of Ash to examine their surroundings. The deep green of forest makes it impossible to penetrate beyond a few metres in any direction, save for the waterfall and pond Ash and Pikachu are standing in front of. Everywhere he casts his attention, there's the rustling of a wild Pokémon in the trees, in the tall grass, in the leaves. He shuts his eyes for a moment, taking it all in. Then he turns back to Ash.

"You two... you truly believe in the relationship between Pokémon and people to be mutually beneficial, don't you?"