Char had been expecting a response more along the lines of "you sorry sack of meat I will kick your ass 'til Tuesday", so it took a second for that to actually sink in.

All Char could think to do was stare. He couldn't imagine why Vinnie was telling him, of all people. Let's be honest: this was a guy who would probably spend every waking moment tormenting Vinnie once he found out the guy had been all but neutered.

Honestly... he couldn't believe Vinnie was telling anyone at all. If he'd been in Vinnie's shoes, he wouldn't have even been able to admit it. The mere thought of such helplessness was utterly abhorrent to guys like him. If he couldn't fight, he might as well not be burning at all. A Pokemon who couldn't fight was a Pokemon who had no purpose -- a burden, a problem, dead weight. The sort of Pokemon that got left behind. Even Char knew that Red wasn't the sort of trainer to cut the strings when a Pokemon was dragging him down, but... that couldn't have made what Vinnie was facing any easier.

"Shit," he hissed, a little louder than he'd meant to. "You're not just fakin' me out? You're serious?"