Nelliel lived by a pacifistic philosophy in a world filled with monsters. She doesn't answer for a bit, watching her Pokemon flail and screech at the Murkrow, and not seeing how it helped. She couldn't shake the memory that briefly played on the edge of her hearing, one of Nnorita's usual retorts. 'Demented? Yer over-thinkin' things...'

"Dueling is for matters of honor. Martial artists practice for the sake of perfection. Those have reason." She closed her eyes, a weary spin to her voice. No offense to you, Ash, but she's trapped like a river in its banks. "Growing stronger for the sake of strength, being defined by nothing more then prowess in battle..." She felt like him, saying that. "...it is nothing but an artificial high."