You'll never learn your lesson
Of course, the girl would never understand his reasoning. He sighed a simple sigh, glaring at her with his perky blues. "Would you want to be cramped up into a little ball like that, Whitlea? Made to sit around in darkness until you're called upon to work to the bone, then finally return? It's enslavement."
"N, you're purposefully over exaggerating. Don't. Pokemon are our friends, our partners, and to end that is a crime that neither the human race nor the various species of Pokemon could never take. Don't." Whitlea folded her arms over her chest, pressing her white shirt against her breasts. Her legs parted, keeping her stance as firm as her gaze in the spinning ferris wheel they rode.
N smiled his simple smile. "The world is unfortunately Black and White, Whitlea. There are two sides to every argument, and two sides to the world: there is no in between, there is no Gray. You see the White, I see the Black. Fine." He removed his hat, pressing it against his chest, revealing his head of long green hair. He bowed toward her. "If you want to prove me wrong, fine. Make me see the White. Prove that the Black is the minority, and I will only fight them. You think the White stands above all - that is unfortunately a lie. You'll never learn your lesson, it seems. So make me learn mine."
Whitlea smiled her beautiful smile. "I will."