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"Absolutely nothing. The battle's over, and Harman's proved his own worthlessness. He couldn't even finish what he started on what used to be his own training device."
He shrugged passively.
"There are only three things pokemon are good for. First, being tools for their human masters. Second, breeding, and third, kicking the crap outta one another. And you've done number three exactly. Your moment in the spotlight's over with. Don't you have a son to be embarrassing?"
"This is going nowhere. You can be resuscitating Harman; I have better things to think about." He turned and went down the corridor, to his own little dark niche in the house.
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