[At first, she bristles. Is he criticizing the feeling she has that these pokémon are finally keeping the loneliness away? It almost stops her from listening to the rest of what he has to say...but the end of that hits home.]
...Not all monsters are good. [They're walking, so she can't shift her feet like she ordinarily might. She looks away instead.] You have them, too. Why are those people so different?
[They should all come out and play as long as they don't make too much of a mess, right, look at these tiny wings, it'd be hard to clean a huge area very fast...]
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...Not all monsters are good. [They're walking, so she can't shift her feet like she ordinarily might. She looks away instead.] You have them, too. Why are those people so different?
[They should all come out and play as long as they don't make too much of a mess, right, look at these tiny wings, it'd be hard to clean a huge area very fast...]