[ Ah, here it is. The words he was waiting for (expecting? Figured would come sooner or later? They're all the same, by this point).

But even when they come he doesn't feel the immediate spike of annoyance, or any sort of resentment. He still feels ... empty. Tired. And they're both feelings he's perfectly okay with, he finds, easily embracing them - better than most of his emotions, actually.

Apparently, shock does some weird things to do (not that he knows this).

So he combats those words - those carefully controlled words - with the same simplicity as the beginning. ] Say what?

"You shouldn't have done that"? [ The pokeball in his hand stops moving. ] There's no point, is there? It already happened.

It's punishment, not a death sentence.