"A cocky little one you are," Rosalia scoffed, "We're already having people storm the mansion. We're not leaving until all of you are captured. If you think you can intimidate ME outta this mission, you've got another thing coming."
She sent out her skuntank and drifblim, deciding that if this was to be a four on four, then four on four it would be. "You're a hypocrite, you know that?" she continued, "You have the nerve to go on about how you want all of these nasty people gone from the world, and yet, you're just like them. You're a terrorist. The employees at the Pokeball Factory are going to be scarred for life after today. The whole region's pokeball supply is going to be in the toilet for months. Some of the gym leaders and staff have been hospitalised, and now they're out of a job for possibly months!"
Her eyes sharpened into cold, sapphire daggers. "If you think that what you're doing is making the world a better place, the place you envisioned, then you're even dumber than I thought," she said with a sigh, "But it's not too late for you, y'know. You're still a kid. If you really want to make the world a better place, then you need to start helping people, not hurting them. But there's only one way you're gonna get the chance to do that."
She held her hand out. "Come with me. First, you need to atone for your sins. You will have to serve time, but since you're still a kid, you won't get a lengthy sentence in prison, just juvenile detention," she began, "And then, once you get out, dedicate yourself to helping people. If you care so much about people being beaten for being different, then set up a shelter for them. Help them escape their abusers. Educate people. Help them, instead of terrorising people."