"It's fine," Aoki answered, "And to tell you the truth, I'm kind of scared to go to a trainer when I'm older. I mean, I was born into an agency which trains pokemon to help the disabled and mentally ill, so it's not like I've ever had a choice as to what will happen to me when I grow up..."
Aoki had been forced to take an aptitude test when she was little, to determine what use she would be trained for. She was too short to push a wheelchair, couldn't read the auras of epileptic trainers, like the lucario she lived with, couldn't chill or carry medication, like the delibirds and slurpuffs that were trained to help those with diabetes, and she was too small to be used as a seeing-eye pokemon, and thus, she was deemed fit only for therapy purposes. When the agency deemed her training complete and put her up for sale, it would only be a matter of time before she was bought, given to a trainer, and made to function as their therapy pokemon, as well as their starter.
"I wonder what my future trainer will use me for?" Aoki pondered, "Contests? Battles? Showcases? I can't say that I have a preference. I mean, why do that and get my hopes up, when it's not my choice to make?"