I think I understand, though I'm not sure why I was brought here. [N does not actually understand all that well.]

I mean that Pokémon and people are equal, like the two sides of an equation, but the ways they relate and their essential qualities have not all been defined. Did you know that the souls of humans can become Pokémon after death? They understand us, sometimes better than we understand ourselves. They seek us out, as opponents or partners. Clearly, we're linked. Pokémon should be honored, admired. But so many of them back home are used, abused, treated cruelly in various ways. Trapped in balls, their voices silenced.

My name is N Harmonia. I have no other name. [She just had a really, really shitty Dad.]