Well, Kaneda could understand that. The curiosity behind why Pokemon decided to follow under a human and why they didn't have never really crossed his mind. Why would a strong type like a Tyranitar subject its badass self to the whims and wishes of a Trainer? Growing up he'd been taught that there was a bond unbreakable between humans and Pokemon, it was explained in nearly every legend he had the unfortunate pleasure of learning while under the care of those Kimono Girls.

But at the same time, he had never questioned the bond. Probably because he grew up in a region where the bond was normal, the bond between a Trainer and their Pokemon was simple. It was why he planned on going to the lab for his starter because he had been gifted his original starter which had been bred from the Kimono Girl's eeveelutions. He wanted to explore different horizons and mostly, the ranger station - where he would be more comfortable getting a starter - would probably frown upon the fact that he was sort of wanted... and didn't like to write down his last name... and maybe the lab would be more lenient?

"Y'know, I never thought about it. Growing up the idea of our bonds with our Pokemon making them stronger had been so drilled into me, I never once questioned that it was wrong or that it really... it really just didn't make sense on a logical level. Not that I'm one to talk about understanding things logically or anything." His hands slowly nestled the small Pidgey into his shirt where she curled against his warmth and gave a few cooing noises as she settled into his chest.

"But why would a Pokemon that strong subject itself? Maybe because they crave the bond we humans give? Maybe because they're curious? I imagine that maybe they just want to experience people like people want to experience Pokemon. Not all of them, just like not all people want to be Trainers, or Breeders, or Researchers." He stifled his chuckle so he wouldn't dislodge his newborn Pidgey, hand moving over the small mound that held his Larvitar egg. "Maybe the Salamence allows itself capture because it's just as curious about the Trainer as the Trainer is the Salamence?" It was all theories and nonsense. It was a longwinded way of saying, Kaneda had no idea, but he was intrigued by the question.



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The way Trent spoke so whimsically about that longwinded answer had Kaneda snorting, trying to stifle a laugh at himself. Because Trent was right and he should have just said, 'oh, well, I dunno bro' and moved on. Either way, the Purrloin comment sort of caught him off guard, because of a previous conversation with a blonde that had green eyes who had called him a Purrloin and now he supposed that dammit he and the feline dark type must have had a lot in common.

Humanity demanded control, that much was true, Kaneda was a living testament to the cruelty that greed and control produced. Well, in the sense that he had lived through horrible times because of Team Rocket's greed and control rather than because his parents were greedy or controlling. He wouldn't know, he never knew his parents.

There was truth to what Trent said. "Well, I agree with you there..." suddenly he had a feeling Trent was one of those 'Pokemon purists' who believed in the preservation of Pokemon and the purging of the human race. Hadn't there been a big stink about that in a region someplace? Hell if he could remember.

"People have taken Pokemon against their will at times, but I think that it is fair to say that for a number of people that have done that sort of thing there have been an equal amount of people just trying to genuinely help Pokemon in need. Some Pokemon prefer to be domesticated, they like the simple life, I can relate to that." Lazy bastard that he was. "And others are weak when they first start out, dreaming to be stronger, and a Trainer helps them to do that." A small shrug formed. "Sometimes there are some Pokemon who want to be left alone that people try and drag into their mess. There are other Pokemon who are taken from a good home, a good place in life and used for the betterment of human society."

His brows furrowed. "Damn, dude," a smirk fell over his features as he looked to Trent and gave a small smile. "It's a balance. We don't need each other, but then again we can help each other, but then again we can also harm each other. There's a balance to it. Like, ying and yang and that sort of shit."



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What a heavy thought process that had been. Kaneda supposed he couldn't have expected anything more or less of Trent. Seemed this guy had his opinion and he'd stick to it until the day he died. Well, fine then, there was no way Kaneda could blame him. Kaneda had a few strong opinions of his own. A few, because honestly, he didn't give two shits about most things. But when it came to his Pokemon, most of his strong opinions could be found there. He guessed that was why he felt so strongly about keeping Pokemon by his side or not keeping Pokemon by his side. He was actually pretty reliant on his Pokemon...

"I'm sort of reliant on Pokemon for their companionship." He guessed that was a flaw. "It's not like I have an issue with people, I guess it's trust I find hard to give out. Pokemon make it easy. The most they'll do is bite you. Treat them well, they treat you well. At least, that's always been my experience- and maybe I'm lucky for it. But people... they'll use you just like they'll use a Pokemon and sometimes they don't even really realize that they're doing it."

Slowly his head tilted to the side. "But that's the same for people and for Pokemon, so really I should have trust issues all around and I like to pretend Pokemon are the innocent and perfect ones. After all, humans are to blame for everything wrong that happens. When's the last time a Pokemon did something remotely evil?" Another shrug. He really didn't know, he didn't pay attention to the headlines enough for his own good. He liked reading the comics, that was about it.



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Their pasts couldn't have been more drastically different. "Shit." Had a huge family but he was ignored. "I was born, that's the limit of my biological family knowledge." That sounded dumb, but it was all he knew. Did he have a father and a mother? Somewhere, biologically speaking, he supposed so. "The person I saw as a mother was actually five women, raised me in their ways. The guy I could consider the closest to a father was an old monk who worked in the Bellsprout tower."

His thoughts traveled to siblings. "I guess that's why I'm so reliant on Pokemon... I didn't grow up with siblings, but each Kimono girl had an Eeveelution that I would play with and find a friend in." Despite how it was probably supposed to be a sour memory, Kaneda was smiling, because this part of his past was the brightest.

A laugh left him at his next thought. "Then there was a Gastly that wouldn't leave me alone back when I was younger, he could be considered my brother for sure. I attached myself to them because the kids around me that were my age, considered to be my peers, treated me differently because I didn't have actual parents and was raised by women who danced and entertained for money."

Slowly he turned his head to eye Trent, lifting one of his eyebrows as he smirked. "We couldn't be on further ends of the spectrum, man." But he didn't mind it. In fact, he sort of liked spending time with Trent. "But I like you." He offered the remark with a small wink, looking back at the small Pidgey that was cooing in his shirt, wiggling around, getting comfortable. "You make me think, which I generally try to avoid for the sake of... I'm lazy." Another laugh, at himself, because maybe that would make it a little easier to handle.



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