If we find a way to let people choose, maybe you won't have to do it more than once anymore. [He's just frustrated at how slow the answers have been. This world has to have some rules for how it brings people here and sends them away, but knowing that doesn't help if they have no control over it, leaving them as helpless as if it were their destiny.]

What was the fake gift? [Nevermind, he's staring at the Pokeball, completely silent. His eyes flicker to hers in awe, and he starts reaching for it, retracting is hand as if it was burned. He's embarrassed by how muted his voice is, but this is honestly the coolest gift ever.] Y-- You're giving me a Pokemon? One of your Pokemon?