For The Good of All of Us

Cheren and N walked along through the rubble which was the Pokemon League.
"You got what you wanted, N. Are you happy?" Cheren asked, breaking the silence. "Don't you go all preachy on me or by Arceus I swear I will hurt you. And It's not Noir's fault either. You couldn't tell the hero would be him at the museum or at Accumula Town, so you can't blame him for something your beloved team did. I brought the White Orb to your Castle, and it didn't awaken, even though YOU SAID I would be able to, because I 'had that same inner strength' as him."
"So you're saying it's your fault?"
"Shut the hell up, N. IT'S YOURS. IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT. Noir's probably dead now, Belle's disappeared, Gear's gone, and I'm stuck walking through a destruction site with someone on my Top Five Hate List. I don't even know what happened to Bianca." Cheren was silent for a while, seething uncontrollably.
"Sorry," N whispered.
"SORRY?!?! SORRY DOESN'T CUT IT!! SORRY DOESN'T BEGIN TO CUT IT!! YOU RUINED MY LIFE, NOIR'S LIFE, EVERYONE'S!!! AND YOU THINK A WORD WILL HELP?!?" Cheren exploded.
"No, but it makes people feel better about the matter,"
"Oh my- Have you been living in a cave all yo- You know what? Forget it. You barely know anything about human society." Cheren stalked off.
"I'm not happy," N whispered, and flew off on the Dragon of Deep Black. "I don't think anyone is,"
Off in the distance, Thunder was heard.