[If he were in a slightly better mood, he might try and explain what a Pokémon is, but for now the man’s confusion will have to go unaddressed. Instead, he sits there and lets his words percolate inside of his mind. He could say that he doesn’t care about the plight of others in this situation, or agree that their summoners have horribly wronged them, or talk about how he’d like to refuse to help them out of spite. But nothing seems like it would be enough. Nothing will fix the feeling of being stuck here in a form that is not his own.
He wants to get angry again. Anger is familiar to him, its presence practically comforting for how often he's felt it in his short life. But he's exhausted himself yelling at Ted and stressing himself out over his predicament. His head droops down again.]
This body is weak...[It's more of a comment to himself than an insult to the human form; he just feels so tired. Maybe it just doesn't have the energy reserves his normal body does?]
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He wants to get angry again. Anger is familiar to him, its presence practically comforting for how often he's felt it in his short life. But he's exhausted himself yelling at Ted and stressing himself out over his predicament. His head droops down again.]
This body is weak...[It's more of a comment to himself than an insult to the human form; he just feels so tired. Maybe it just doesn't have the energy reserves his normal body does?]