May: I already found a Torchic, and before that I'd found out where the Torchic were found on the island; I asked around. If they had all magically disappeared or something, I guess I'd have found some other Fighting-type. I need a Fighting Pokémon more than a Fire one.
Mark: I don't think so. I mean, strategically it would probably be better, but I think introducing a new Pokémon to the team now would be a bit awkward, you know? It wouldn't be the same if they haven't been with me on the journey.
Mark: Well, I was never necessarily going to catch a Vulpix. I mean, I love them, but I've got Charizard, and by now it's a bit late to start trying to add a low-level Pokémon to my team. I might get one when this whole ordeal is over, I guess…
Chaletwo: Well, you can't recreate the soul. He could've made something that looked like Chalenor, but not actually him. He used Mewtwo's body to make me because he wanted to do it quickly, so he could transfer something of the original Chalenor from the eye.
Mew: That would rest on whether or not he formally released me. I do not know if he did.
You cannot ask Raikou questions, because Raikou has never appeared in this fic (though as a matter of fact, Raikou has been caught this whole time and had no opportunity to make a Chosen for himself).