"Lanette, you must destroy that poké ball," he said. "I need to be free. I'm afraid that the more you treat me like a pokémon, the more likely I'll forget that I'm human."
"Are you afraid of hurting someone?" Lanette asked quietly.
Bill looked up. "Yes. Yes, that's exactly it, Lanette. I don't want to hurt anyone. I want to be me, but—"
The zigzagoon was knocked out of his hands. It landed with a wet slap on the tiled floor, but Bill was too preoccupied to notice. The reason why was because at the same time, Lanette forced him back, her hands shoving his shoulders into the bed. When he was down, she sat on his stomach and seized one of his wrists. With a sharp yank, she pulled his fingers to her neck, forcing his claws to circle her soft flesh.
"H-hey!" Bill stammered. "What are you—"
"Kill me," she snarled.
"W-what? What are you talking about?"
"Kill me, you coward!" she yelled. "If you're the monster you insist you are, then do it!"
Bill shot her a scared look. "I would never do something like that! What's gotten into you?!"
She scoffed and released his hand. Then, she swung her leg over him and pushed herself off the bed.
"The Master Ball will not be destroyed," she said. "I'm keeping it to ensure that you don't do anything. If you want to be treated like a human, work for it. Did you have this much of a problem pretending to be any other pokémon?"
"There's a difference between my costumes and this. I can't take this off," Bill replied as he sat up.
"As far as I'm concerned, you still have a human brain. Use it."
She grabbed the zigzagoon from the floor and threw it at Bill. He caught it but not without letting one of its organs splatter across his chest and fall to the floor on the other side of the bed. Staring at it, he let her words sink in.
"You're really not the Lanette I knew six months ago," he commented.
"And you're not the Bill I knew six months ago either. The Bill I knew wouldn't have succumbed to fear so easily. People change."