N interacting with either Hilda or Hilbert?
"I am the King of Team Plasma."
The ferris wheel turns. Bringing them higher and higher. N pressed his hand against the glass. As they rose higher and higher the people and pokemon beneath them grew smaller.
If they went higher, they would become indistinguishable dots. Only the larger pokemon would retain their own shape. Even so, they too were not immune to losing their shape as they went higher. Becoming less and less complex. Simple shapes easy to understand.
Yet height was deceptive. No matter how high he went. The anomaly that plagued him would never leave. He may not see but he could still feel.
He faced the two trainors that first showed him this contradiction. A formula he couldn't understand.
She held his hand. An ever burning flame that could consume all that stood in her way. She was clear. Simple.
He was a little trickier. He appeared a calm ocean. But his eyes revealed the raging storm. A little trickier. But still simple. He could read them.
Yet they embodied a complex formula. They could not hear their pokemon's inner voice. Yet somehow.
Somehow.
Again and again.
They won against him.
"Ghetsis asked me to work with him to save the Pokémon."
Her eyes flared up at the mention of Ghetsis. He held onto her arm. Was it out of fear or to hold her back? She opted to grind her teeth instead.
His eyes, however, had a covert anger.
N's mouth felt dry. He gripped the ferris wheel seats. He looked outside the window once again. Their slow descent to the ground beginning.
"I wonder how many Pokémon exist in this world..."