"Well, this is the last time we'll talk, isn't it?"
Indeed, it would end up being the last time Ash and his very true meaningful companions would have a long, melodramatic conversation while eating dried bananas while sitting around a fire. These companions could not have been better chosen if our father in the sky had reached down from heaven and picked them himself, for they all embodied the traits that faithful companions should embody. For example, one of them was made of tacos. No amazing pokémon quest to save the world could ever truly have happened without a faithful companion made of tacos being there to assist Ash and sometimes the others. Ash beckoned to the man made of tacos to sit beside him on the log that was made of crystals, for how could anyone make it to the final stage of the quest without everything being made of crystals? Ash was really fucking sick of crystals.
"Man made of tacos, I think it is time that we recap the events that have passed up until this point, so that we who have experienced these adventures do not forget the adventures we have recently experienced."
The man made of tacos did just that.