[There's a long, drawn out pause after that hum, as if Guzma expects this guy to say more - to defend himself a little better - because there is very little sympathy in his gaze. It's only when he looks deeper into the man's face that Guzma offers him some advice, harsh and biting though it may be. He doesn't coddle people, and it may be why he's seen as being cruel or terrible. He tells people what they need to hear, in ways that really stick. Not...the best ways, mind, but at the very least a lot of what he tells people is, in it's own funny way, for their own good.]

But it do now, don't it? [His eyes close, brows furrowing as his face descends into a deep scowl.] I don't know how y'all is thinking, what y'all is feeling, but let me tell you something. Pokemon got this weird knack for knowing when you really need 'em. They can see something in you that others can't, that you yourself prob'ly won't ever see...s'why they drawn to you and pick you as a partner.

But they not perfect, like all'a us. They make mistakes, they can do things that we don't like, they can make decisions what they think is best for 'em...but it ain't. That's when you gotta be there for them. Friends are still friends, partners are still partners, even when they gone. They all matter in some way. Y'don't realize it until y'don't--... [He inhales deeply, and Guzma squeezes his eyes shut, hiss out his held breath through grit teeth.] ...Until y'don't get to see 'em ever again.

I ain't gonna beat you up over it - y'doing that fine all by yourself - but sure as heck better not forget what y'did...and learn from it. [He begins to stand up, gives his Pokemon a pat on the head and a rough rub between its antennae (which it seems to enjoy thoroughly, given the throaty rumble), then recalls Golisopod to its pokeball and begins dusting off his pants.] Everything and everyone matters in someway to someone. Y'all just gotta find the what n' who that's yours.

...I'm going back to work.