Seth shot the guy a serious glare, but he knew he was correct. "So you're assuming that I'm joining the rebels, then? Or at least, you think I plan to?" Seth lost a bit of his rude demeanor. He knew that even this guy was Plasma or didn't like the rebels, he would have the chance to run away before he could make a move. He sighed. "Yeah, I'm planning to join the rebels. And yes, I have a Pokemon. It's the only thing I have to remind me of..." Seth stopped. He was rambling. He took a bite of his apple, chewed and swallowed carefully, and then said, "why do you want to know? Who are you, and why are you so preoccupied anyway?"