Be it grass, fruit, or beasts, whatever you eat, you have to live its part.

[A while later Apollo comes on with a big bruise on his forehead and a few more cuts and scratches on his exposed skin along with some tears in his clothes. He's out in the snow now, seeming to be crouching. Furret and Fearow can be seen in the background, talking to the slightly battered Archen. Something about how the Pokémon in the area are a lot higher level than her and that she's lucky to have not fainted after taking the attack she did. Archen's response can't be made out at this distance, but Furret and Fearow look confused and repeat what they said slowly, as if trying to communicate with someone who doesn't understand the language. Apollo for his part actually looks annoyed. At a Pokémon. The world may be ending.]

Yeah, I'm alive.