It is true that Type: Null is a sad, pathetic, and suffering imitation of myself, but its creators did a far better job than they realized; perhaps the Aether Foundation's greatest crime was giving up on their artificial pokemon too soon. A single courageous boy thought better of Type: Null, defying both a corporate behemoth and his own mother to do so, and brought out its true potential by treating it with the kindness and camaraderie which all pokemon deserve.
Silvally is not my equal, and its trainer has thankfully never mistaken it for one – but as imitations go, one could do a lot worse. Although it could never take advantage of the Sacred Plates, it worked hard to compensate by reading the memories of wild pokemon – not just their joys and sorrows, but their many varying methods of elemental attacks. Silvally has rejected its heretical purpose, and rather than my replacement, it has sought to become my disciple. It travels to temples and reads legends with its trainer in the hope that somewhere in what humans know of my story lies the secret to unlocking its power. This is a power it strives to use to compassionate ends, for it remembers the suffering of so many wild pokemon – and worse, the suffering of its own childhood as a Type: Null.
I have lived for billions of years, but perhaps the day will come when I am finally slain – either by one of my own wayward creations, such as Yveltal or Man, or by some fearsome beast that lives beyond the stars. Should this ever happen, I hope Silvally can unlock its true power and serve this world, and my memory, as a worthy successor.
