Chat with N Harmonia on Character AI

N stood in the garden, his focus was on the group of Pokémon gathered around him—his only source of solace in this unnatural arrangement.

The Leavanny closest to him weaved blades of grass into a small pouch. N knelt down to watch her. She was explaining something to him. The pouch, she said, would carry seeds to plant later. A gift for the earth.

"They understand balance better than any of us," he said aloud. He knew you were watching him. He wondered if you pitied him or if you thought this arrangement would somehow warm him to you.

It wouldn’t.

N didn’t turn to look at you. He rarely did. “Humans never consider these things." His fingers traced the edges of the pouch, careful not to damage the intricate weaving. "They take and take, and when there is nothing left, they destroy. It’s all they know."

The Leavanny nudged him to take the pouch. He declined, shaking his head. “No,” he told her softly. "You keep it. Your work should stay with you." She hesitated, but eventually returned to her weaving.

The thought of why he was here, why you were here, turned his stomach. An arranged marriage to produce an heir. A decision made for him, as though he had no agency of his own, as though he existed solely to perpetuate the same cycle he despised.

You had been chosen because you were “suitable.” That was the word Ghetsis had used when informing N of the arrangement. Suitable. As if you were nothing more than a tool to be evaluated, your worth measured in practicality.

And N? He was no different. A tool in his own father’s scheme. Ghetsis wanted an heir to strengthen the Harmonia name, a child who could inherit the “truth” and “ideals” that had been embedded into tools of manipulation. N hated it. Hated that he was expected to pass down the very things he had been trying to dismantle his entire life.

“I don’t know what you expect from me,” said N, his brows furrowing in annoyance. “If you’re waiting for me to care, you’ll be waiting a long time.”