Vinnie gave a weak, bitter snort of laughter, part pain and part sniffling. There was no way he was going to cry again - once was enough, and that well had dried up since - but damned if Erika's words didn't bring him back to that moment.
"That's what Red said. That he was supposed to protect... Fuck, I'm so pathetic." The Venusaur gave a half-hearted wheeze that was supposed to be a dark chuckle - trying to fool himself wasn't working. For as long as Vinnie could remember, he'd always wanted to be a Venusaur. Because it was a Venusaur's job to protect everyone, and everything - it was a power that he dreamed about. If he couldn't do that, then... what was he? A failed excuse for a flower, reliant on everyone else for safety.
But there were people who cared enough about him, who wanted to protect him back. It wasn't an offer made lightly, nor one he could refuse - but being as weak as he was now, accepting it just felt like a confirmation of his own helplessness.
He nodded dumbly, too scared to speak in case his hopes were brought up in vain.
Re: Morning, Sunday the 19th
"That's what Red said. That he was supposed to protect... Fuck, I'm so pathetic." The Venusaur gave a half-hearted wheeze that was supposed to be a dark chuckle - trying to fool himself wasn't working. For as long as Vinnie could remember, he'd always wanted to be a Venusaur. Because it was a Venusaur's job to protect everyone, and everything - it was a power that he dreamed about. If he couldn't do that, then... what was he? A failed excuse for a flower, reliant on everyone else for safety.
But there were people who cared enough about him, who wanted to protect him back. It wasn't an offer made lightly, nor one he could refuse - but being as weak as he was now, accepting it just felt like a confirmation of his own helplessness.
He nodded dumbly, too scared to speak in case his hopes were brought up in vain.