You may not remember me, but I remember you.
Oh, you know who I am. But you never think about me, do you? That memory means nothing to you.
You want to forget.
What you did.
What you were.
You may not remember me, but I remember you.
I remember the day you found me, when I was a nervous little Ralts and you were a nervous little boy. I sensed kindness in you then. I sensed a good heart.
I remember how careful you were not to hurt me any more than you had to when you caught me.
I remember how you rushed to get medical attention for me afterward, and again whenever any of your Pokémon were hurt.
I remember how much you used to care.
I remember how you changed.
I watched you grow bitter and cynical, the bright hope you once nourished tarnished with despair. I watched you grow callous and cowardly, your concern for our safety replaced by concern for your own.
And yet we stayed by you. Because we loved you.
Because we remembered you.
I remember the day I sacrificed myself for you. I remember watching you run away, and not knowing whether to be sad or happy.
I wonder what happened to the others after that. I wonder what happened to you.
I still watch over you. I am worried about you. Your new friends are not very nice Pokémon. I wonder whether they really care about you. I wonder whether they love you like we did.
I wonder what they would do if you touched a Ninetails's tail.
So I watch you. I watch you amuse yourself without a care for the unhappiness you cause others. I watch you pay no thought to those you once called your dearest friends.
And I think of that sweet little boy I met so long ago, and I want to weep for what you lost.
You may not remember me, but I remember you.