"Hmpf. Trainers. Scum, all of them," Dee said haughtily, "They beat us up, and they imprison us, and they force us to do their bidding, heck, they even expect us to love them," and undid the clip on her hood, "No wild-caught pokemon can ever truly love its trainer. When you're forcefully imprisoned like that, it's just Stockholm syndrome."
For the first time ever, Dee removed her hood. Her head was covered in fading burns and scars, from the one time that she had actually been caught, "This is what my former master and his plusle did to me, after I would not breed with that damnable creature."