Vinnie listened to Erika's story in mute silence, struck dumb by her initial scolding, and growing more and more humbled. He could sense that this was the edge of a very grave, very personal memory, and he was right - his own anxieties were placed to the side momentarily.
It was a side of the gym leader's job he had never really considered before. Of course, like any Grass type he'd lived with an apprehension to flame, but as a member of Red's team he'd always had the rest of his family to cover that glaring weakness. Not so much when you devoted yourself so completely to a single Pokemon Type. When he had to think about how much fire her Pokemon had to face down, it sent a chill down the Venusaur's spine.
Vinnie now knew very well how quickly a dangerous situation could spiral into disaster. Seeing Erika like this... She remained composed in both heartache and gratitude. It wasn't a sacrifice made lightly, but nor was it one made in vain.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, fumbling for the appropriate words to give her. He would've done the exact same. He almost did for his sister.
Re: Morning, Sunday the 19th
It was a side of the gym leader's job he had never really considered before. Of course, like any Grass type he'd lived with an apprehension to flame, but as a member of Red's team he'd always had the rest of his family to cover that glaring weakness. Not so much when you devoted yourself so completely to a single Pokemon Type. When he had to think about how much fire her Pokemon had to face down, it sent a chill down the Venusaur's spine.
Vinnie now knew very well how quickly a dangerous situation could spiral into disaster. Seeing Erika like this... She remained composed in both heartache and gratitude. It wasn't a sacrifice made lightly, but nor was it one made in vain.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, fumbling for the appropriate words to give her. He would've done the exact same. He almost did for his sister.