[...That's pretty damn heavy, and he stops and sits down on the floor, idly petting Weavile in his lap as he considers how to answer it. With his memories, there was never a question of whether or not they were real. He has his Pokédex with entries of Pokémon he's only met in those memories. He had Gold remembering the same things. But there's the possibility that it could all be some elaborate illusion set up by an Alakazam too, and he wouldn't know the difference.]

I'm a simple person. I don't think about things like that very much. No matter how much evidence there is pointing to everything being real, there's a chance that it isn't. For all I know, that shadow thing made all of this up, and we're all asleep right now.

[It's a possibility, and he's not sure how he feels about it.]

It might be better if this is all a dream. Half of us wouldn't really be dead. Most of my memories have been terrible. But if you ask me, it doesn't matter if any of it is real. Real or not, your memories affect you. They shape who you are, how you feel, and what you do.

I've decided what I want to do here. I've decided that I care about you and a lot of others in here, and I want as many of us to get out as possible. And maybe once we're all out of here, we'll go home, pick up our lives and try to move on, and this will all seem like some distant dream or nightmare anyway. But we've experienced it, and it's impacted us. That's what makes it real to me.

[...Or that's what he thinks, anyway. He plays with Weavile's hands a little; Weavile looks up at him reassuringly, then looks at Watanuki with a good deal of concern.]