[...So. That's how it is, huh. She would bark at Bert for rubbing more salt in the wound when this whole fiasco is his fucking idiot Pokémon's fault anyway, but-]

Was it you who made her flower bloom, then, Mr. Stooge? [She's not powerful here. She can't speak, it's like she's gagged, chained to the floor...

So is this how normal people feel?] ...Fine. I don't approve of this use of her talent, but if she wants to be here... her Pokéball should be with her. She can do as she pleases.

[Just don't come crying back to her in regret. Which Saionji honestly half-thinks will still happen. Is this character development?] Do you have any place I can dry my hair, though?