People had always been unpredictable, N thought. Slaves to their emotions and notions of superiority, they could start off nice enough, kind enough. Offering you a hand to hold and leading you to believe that all is right in the world, make you feel welcome in their arms, yet having no qualms with stabbing you in the back when the need should arise. In that way, perhaps it was easy enough to predict the actions of people, yet it was impossible to determine the exact time of such despicable events, no matter how many calculations you made, no matter how well you studied them.
It was this that made Pokémon much more predictable, he had come to realize over the years. Their behavioral patterns were easier to learn, and they rarely steered off course of this. While each species had a different way of behaving, N had come to notice similarities each shared. Parents would protect their young. They would judge others based solely on threat level and not something as trivial as looks. But most importantly, they would take you in and raise you as one of their own if you had no where else to turn, humbly accept you as a part of their family. It didn't matter if you had the same skin or fur as them, as long as you treated them kindly and were willing to lend a hand. There was no such thing as betrayal. In this way, N knew the actions a Pokémon would take before it happened, as the formula was much simpler.
Black had always been unpredictable, N thought. But not in the way other people were. It was how different he seemed compared to them that made him hard to read. N had witnessed first hand the treacheries of humanity, felt and shared the pain Pokémon had over the years. Worse than being hurt was the feeling of being welcome, loved, only to realize it was a lie and have that sense of family torn from you.
Yet Black's Pokémon knew nothing of such pain. It was this that made N come to find out that Black wasn't like other trainers. There was a genuine bond, a sense of family that he and his Pokémon had shared. There was nothing expected in return, no standards to be above, no requirements. It was purely unconditional. As N studied this boy's actions, trying to find the patterns shared by others like him, he saw that it was as though there were no differences between this trainer and his Pokémon. It was as though they were all the same race.
People had always been unpredictable, N had been led to believe over the years. From the moment that man stabbed him in the back, the moment he bonded with his first battered, beaten Pokémon, he knew this. They lacked a rhyme or reason, impossible to tell what they would do next. The only product interacting with them would lead to was hurt and betrayal. But Black was different. The way he treated his Pokemon was different. The way he held them at the same level was different. But most importantly, the way he would accept you, not caring about who you were or where you were from or how you looked, was different.
As N wore the red cap he felt was all too familiar, unsure of how to respond to such a sentimental gift, and faced with such a warm, bright smile, he couldn't help but think to himself. People had always been unpredictable. Black had always been unpredictable.
But perhaps this wasn't such a bad thing.