Hey. It's me. Again. Had a pretty rough day today. Guess I should start with an apology. And, yeah, I'm sorry. Truly. I broke my promise to catch all one hundred and fifty Pokemon. And I should feel shoddy about it, bad. Breaking a promise is meant to be something terrible. For some reason, though I don't. Deep down, I think that I made the right decision, the only decision I could have possibly made. I couldn't bring that Pokemon back to the evil from which it was created. I'd have kept my promise, yeah- but at what cost? And one hundred and forty nine's not that bad anyway, right?

Like I've been promising for so long, I'm gonna go home now. Back to Pallet Town, back to Mom. I've been away from her for way, way too long. I vowed to protect her, look after her, to try and be the man of the house. And, well, I can't defend myself on this- I've done a pretty lousy job at it. Too focused on myself, on my training. Although, I guess if my training's achieved anything, I'm strong enough to protect her from pretty much anyone, or anything, now! I shouldn't joke about that kind of thing. I know, I know. Oh, yeah, one last little thing. I have a question. I was kinda hoping you could answer it. Honestly, ya know. Are you proud of me yet? Are you? I hope you are. I know I make mistakes, but I always try my best. Can you hear me up there, Dad?