[In all those years of being rivals, of fighting, of having the opportunity to lethally poison someone or in turn, being fatally burned - death was something that should never have been a factor. It was an unspoken trust between trained Pokemon that it ended at unconsciousness, one that the Pokemon League was practically built upon.
It was true, there had been times Vinnie had thought about killing. Laying in his hospital bed, turning the idea over and over in his head - all those what ifs. It'd almost happened. Self defense or not, by the end of that fight he had honestly been trying to take a life. The sheer amount of rage and pain it took to reach that point... how could that ever possibly be reached in a normal skirmish?
That Marie would turn to trying to drown someone...
It really truly felt like he didn't even know his little brother anymore. He couldn't fathom it. And for a split second he was grateful that the Wartortle hated his guts right now because he didn't feel remorse for hating him back right then.
The sheer possibility that he might've actually lost Bulba forever was just... Vinnie couldn't comprehend it. That fear was one he'd never thought could truly exist. But now it did - it rested in his stomach like a huge, lead weight that couldn't be ignored or thrown up, no matter how sick it made him.
And it just put into stark view how much he needed the other Venusaur. How badly he wanted him in his life. How utterly painful it was to even contemplate not being able to see him again.
Shakily, Vinnie pushed himself off the chair without a word. He didn't let himself take his eyes off Bulba as he approached, as he put his arms on the other's shoulders and pulled him close against his own body.
There weren't enough apologizes in the world. But he held the younger Saur tight in an embrace that wanted only to desperately keep and preserve Bulba as long as he lived.]
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It was true, there had been times Vinnie had thought about killing. Laying in his hospital bed, turning the idea over and over in his head - all those what ifs. It'd almost happened. Self defense or not, by the end of that fight he had honestly been trying to take a life. The sheer amount of rage and pain it took to reach that point... how could that ever possibly be reached in a normal skirmish?
That Marie would turn to trying to drown someone...
It really truly felt like he didn't even know his little brother anymore. He couldn't fathom it. And for a split second he was grateful that the Wartortle hated his guts right now because he didn't feel remorse for hating him back right then.
The sheer possibility that he might've actually lost Bulba forever was just... Vinnie couldn't comprehend it. That fear was one he'd never thought could truly exist. But now it did - it rested in his stomach like a huge, lead weight that couldn't be ignored or thrown up, no matter how sick it made him.
And it just put into stark view how much he needed the other Venusaur. How badly he wanted him in his life. How utterly painful it was to even contemplate not being able to see him again.
Shakily, Vinnie pushed himself off the chair without a word. He didn't let himself take his eyes off Bulba as he approached, as he put his arms on the other's shoulders and pulled him close against his own body.
There weren't enough apologizes in the world. But he held the younger Saur tight in an embrace that wanted only to desperately keep and preserve Bulba as long as he lived.]