Nuzlocke Pokémon don't actually "die". You just release them into the wild, where it is assumed they die, or shove them in a box forever, where they wonder what they did wrong for ever and ever and oh no i made myself sad.

"Oh, ja, ja, hark at you vizz your interloper. You are havink ein very basic understandink uff ein vorld vhich ist not your own, und you think zat gives you zer right to be askink qwestions zat are as insulting as zey are stupid, qwestions vhich, by zer vay, can be entirely answered vizz zer vords 'carnivorous Pokémon' - trust not zer animé, it ist for zer leetle human children whose sensitive minds are not ready for zer phrase 'nature red in tooth und claw' - und you consider zat askink zese qwestions gives you zer further right to qwestion my intelligence? No, not qwestion. Insult. Ja, you insult my intelligence almost as much as your own.

"Und frankly? Neither mein self NOR mein partner needs zer acceptance, grudging or uzzervise, of ein spoilt leetle untermensch upset zat zer uzzer boys und girls get to play in zeir sandbox. 'Interloper status'. Liebe Arceus. In zer vords of Buffy zer Vampire Slayer, "Oh my God, are you TWELVE?!"."

((I must stress that none of the Doktor's anger is directed at you personally, hS. He just resents the implication that they're not good enough, because a) he knows all about living under a caste system what with being from Pokemon Showdown, and b) that insecurity is the root of his partner and best friend's crippling, near-suicidal depression, which was briefly covered at the end of their last mission and about which I intend to write an interlude sooner or later. Again: none of this is at you. Just Sore-Dick Wentway and his frankly pathetic little tantrum.))