Wobbuffet's expression remains fixed. But as these humans' emotions wash over it, it appears to consider. None shall pass me....to harm, it says, conflicted by the feelings it's getting from Lenna. Should I...trust?

Maybe it's asking itself, maybe it's asking Mewtwo. But it gets an answer when, from behind it, a whole bunch of smaller Pokémon tumble out, having been shielded by its body thus far. Small, fuchsia Pokémon, little more than blobs with heads. Should it trust?

"Wynaut?" "Wynaut?" "Wynaut?" "Wynaut?"