"Damn straight we'll keep trying." Right quips with a proud grin on his face. He dismounts off of his Sawsbuck, pausing only to stifle a pained grimace. The negativity seems to weigh heavier around him, from his perspective, and it makes him shake his head as if to clear it.

But it doesn't stop him from smiling further as he steps up to stand beside the others. "Yeah, we did all those things, and more. But we didn't do it alone - at least, not all of it. Our allies from Caldera help us fight. So d0 the Valkyries and those from Glacier. Magi from Sanctuary lend their magical aid to us, and even Refuge folks helped us rebuild after the last time we got attacked. Even the Gods help us, like one of them is now." He nods upward in the direction of 'The Origin'.

"You wanna know why? Because we learned from the past. We know better than to harm Pokemon like you guys were. We don't use those abominations anymore...those Poke-balls. We bond with our Pokemon. No...we're friends with them. That's our strength - our bonds of friendship and hope. And no matter how dark things seem, we'll always find a way to bring hope to everyone."

He taps the side of his head. "Even if you can't see it now...we can. Even if the Image's not clear enough, we'll always see the dawn of hope at the end of every dark night. People know that. They trust us to keep doing that. And we're not going to stop doing that. Because we wouldn't be Union otherwise. We'll be disappointing everyone if we ever did. So, if you still wanna fight us, you're gonna have a helluva time defeating us. But if you want us to help you instead...we got the right folks who are willing to give it a try."

And yet...and yet, there's tiny whiffs of darkness that seems to be trailing off of his wings...