"Y-yes... Champion Lance was in the Masters 8 Ash took part in. I watched him use a red Gyarados in battle..." Trip said quietly, looking somewhat troubled.
Was the Lance in his world like that too?
Tranquill cooed softly and bent his neck, offering it for a scratch or pet. Tranquill is definitely one of the more animal (or bird-like) Pokemon, he certainly didn't mind being pet or handled like a bird, generally!
But, Gold's repeated self-blame was aggravating Trip, perhaps because it sounded too much like the way he blamed himself, so that he hated it. It was like looking at a very ugly reflection with flaws magnified.
He rather roughly shoved his empty bowl back at Gold.
"So what? So what if you are a bad person?" he asked, tone taking on an edge, his expression disgusted, as if looking down on him. "You there, are you going to continue like that, for the rest of your life, because of one mistake, no matter how great? You know it haunts you, disgusts you, so why identify with it? Why make it who you are if everything that you are rejects it? Can you not aspire to anything higher? What was the meaning in sharing a meal with me? Was it guilt? Was it kindness? Don't tell me it was pity... someone truly evil lacks those qualities. Will you crawl on your knees, begging forgiveness, for the rest of your life?!"
The impassioned rant was draining and prompted a pounding headache again, but he didn't care, he was this close to trying to grab Gold by the collar. Maybe the pain was making it harder to restrain himself, he wasn't even the sort to start physical fights or roughly shake people trying to make himself heard...
But before he could do anything at all, a red, lion cub-like Pokemon leapt in between them, circled, and settled against Gold's leg to sleep, tail curled around itself.
[I apologize in advance for Trip being..... Trip, but Gold hit a nerve (again)]
Was the Lance in his world like that too?
Tranquill cooed softly and bent his neck, offering it for a scratch or pet. Tranquill is definitely one of the more animal (or bird-like) Pokemon, he certainly didn't mind being pet or handled like a bird, generally!
But, Gold's repeated self-blame was aggravating Trip, perhaps because it sounded too much like the way he blamed himself, so that he hated it. It was like looking at a very ugly reflection with flaws magnified.
He rather roughly shoved his empty bowl back at Gold.
"So what? So what if you are a bad person?" he asked, tone taking on an edge, his expression disgusted, as if looking down on him. "You there, are you going to continue like that, for the rest of your life, because of one mistake, no matter how great? You know it haunts you, disgusts you, so why identify with it? Why make it who you are if everything that you are rejects it? Can you not aspire to anything higher? What was the meaning in sharing a meal with me? Was it guilt? Was it kindness? Don't tell me it was pity... someone truly evil lacks those qualities. Will you crawl on your knees, begging forgiveness, for the rest of your life?!"
The impassioned rant was draining and prompted a pounding headache again, but he didn't care, he was this close to trying to grab Gold by the collar. Maybe the pain was making it harder to restrain himself, he wasn't even the sort to start physical fights or roughly shake people trying to make himself heard...
But before he could do anything at all, a red, lion cub-like Pokemon leapt in between them, circled, and settled against Gold's leg to sleep, tail curled around itself.