Lyra stood up, taking a step toward them. "You," she pointed at Vinnie, "stay where you are. Don't hurt yourself more. You," she moved her finger to Sasha, "Be a... Charizard... again." Kind of a lame-sounding request, but she wasn't going to let them make their conditions any worse just because of what she had to say. They didn't have to listen to her, but when she spoke, it was in a trainer-voice, one with the gentle but unyielding firmness of someone who had spent a lot of time leading Pokemon.
"Don't say that Red had nothing to do with it. Red is yours. A team is connected at the roots, Sasha! You might as well try to tell me your right hand wasn't involved in what happened. Maybe he didn't order you to hurt anybody, but he wasn't there to stop it." If what Sasha said was true... well, Lyra came from a region where gijinkas weren't the norm: it was completely a trainer's responsibility to rein their Pokemon in if they got worked up enough to endanger themselves or others. She didn't want to say that Pokemon, on their own, didn't know any better; the Pokemon right in front of her had perfectly human intelligence, after all, and they obviously had a sense of right and wrong. But a trainer's job extended beyond just ordering their Pokemon around on a battlefield; a trainer's duty was to keep their Pokemon safe and happy. "I wasn't paying attention" or "I didn't know" wasn't a good enough excuse for anyone's Pokemon to be in a situation where they were provoked enough to be fighting for their lives.
Lyra moved back to her chair, motioning for Rui. The gator lowered itself down, massive head resting on her lap. She stroked its broad head before continuing. "I don't know a lot about Charizards or Venusaurs. Maybe attacking people is just the way you're supposed to be in the wild. Maybe that's who you were before you met Red. But we walk together because we see each other's potential. A trainer chose you because he knew that you could be something better. That hope we have for our Pokemon... that doesn't go away as soon as we're not looking. That's what makes us involved, no matter where we go. Maybe the rest of the world says Feraligatrs are dangerous and will turn on you if you say one little thing wrong, maybe the rest of the world says you're a..." She stumbled over the word, knowing it was bad, but feeling the situation would excuse it just this once: "...a stubborn fuckhead. But that's not what your trainer thinks you are."
He hand faltered a little, halted its caressing. She looked away from Rui, back up to the two bedridden Pokemon across from her. "I won't tell you what to do, but... just think about which one of them you proved right."
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"Don't say that Red had nothing to do with it. Red is yours. A team is connected at the roots, Sasha! You might as well try to tell me your right hand wasn't involved in what happened. Maybe he didn't order you to hurt anybody, but he wasn't there to stop it." If what Sasha said was true... well, Lyra came from a region where gijinkas weren't the norm: it was completely a trainer's responsibility to rein their Pokemon in if they got worked up enough to endanger themselves or others. She didn't want to say that Pokemon, on their own, didn't know any better; the Pokemon right in front of her had perfectly human intelligence, after all, and they obviously had a sense of right and wrong. But a trainer's job extended beyond just ordering their Pokemon around on a battlefield; a trainer's duty was to keep their Pokemon safe and happy. "I wasn't paying attention" or "I didn't know" wasn't a good enough excuse for anyone's Pokemon to be in a situation where they were provoked enough to be fighting for their lives.
Lyra moved back to her chair, motioning for Rui. The gator lowered itself down, massive head resting on her lap. She stroked its broad head before continuing. "I don't know a lot about Charizards or Venusaurs. Maybe attacking people is just the way you're supposed to be in the wild. Maybe that's who you were before you met Red. But we walk together because we see each other's potential. A trainer chose you because he knew that you could be something better. That hope we have for our Pokemon... that doesn't go away as soon as we're not looking. That's what makes us involved, no matter where we go. Maybe the rest of the world says Feraligatrs are dangerous and will turn on you if you say one little thing wrong, maybe the rest of the world says you're a..." She stumbled over the word, knowing it was bad, but feeling the situation would excuse it just this once: "...a stubborn fuckhead. But that's not what your trainer thinks you are."
He hand faltered a little, halted its caressing. She looked away from Rui, back up to the two bedridden Pokemon across from her. "I won't tell you what to do, but... just think about which one of them you proved right."