For a moment, Harry thinks he sees something in the Greninja he can relate to. Honor in death, in tossing your life down for a greater cause, he doesn't see it. Sure, he's put his life on the line and he'll do it again but there's no honor in being dead. Dead is dead and there's no coming back from it, nothing more you can accomplish.

Honor is overrated.

"Twenty years." He says as he steps forward, planting his staff into the ground and looking at the Greninja. "Twenty years I spent fighting the forces that occupied my home, and I didn't see an end to it. And you're right, I've done ugly things. Things that I'm not proud of and that sometimes make me not sleep so good, but I did them because I couldn't see another way."

He turns his head back to the rest of the group, nodding his head toward them.

"Then these people stepped in and they tossed Gigas out of my home. Then they tore down the man who led them for centuries and freed the gods he kept as slaves." He looks back at the Greninja, a solemn expression on his face. "Two years. It took them two years to do what I couldn't in twenty and they did it without compromising who they are, without resorting to doing the ugly things. They changed everything."

"Give them a chance. They will surprise you."