Bulba was right (as usual). This was the whole reason Vinnie had even come here. What was the point of telling Dana that she couldn't keep letting her pride get in the way of asking for help when he was being such a hypocrite?
He didn't want to let go of that tiny, seed of hope that Erika planted in him, as selfish as it was. Anything had to be better than the uncertainty of never knowing, never trying, and waiting endlessly on some sort of miracle. That was the worse option between the two. Bulba's opinion of him shouldn't have been such a big deal.
Stop chickening out. Screw second thoughts, screw dignity. Screw everything, maybe if he kept repeating it to himself, he'd buy into his own delusions.
It was obvious that this was still hard for the Venusaur to say - he was feeble, hurt and defensive, self-injecting humility for a tiny glimmer of possibility. His determination was forced, but that was be best he could do right now.
Just because Bulba knew what his injuries were, didn't mean he knew exactly the whole extent of his crippling, right? Right?
"Al'right. Fine. Okay. So." Vinnie frowned, feeling his aptitude with words failing again. What say next, brain? He looked so uncomfortable.
"...I hadn't really thought this through to the part where after I ask you. Stuff. Cuz I was mostly..." Oh no, no hand gestures with his arms crossed. He looked flustered instead. "...if I should. Cuz you probably... Fuck, I sound like Marie.."
this is gonna be the worst
He didn't want to let go of that tiny, seed of hope that Erika planted in him, as selfish as it was. Anything had to be better than the uncertainty of never knowing, never trying, and waiting endlessly on some sort of miracle. That was the worse option between the two. Bulba's opinion of him shouldn't have been such a big deal.
Stop chickening out. Screw second thoughts, screw dignity. Screw everything, maybe if he kept repeating it to himself, he'd buy into his own delusions.
It was obvious that this was still hard for the Venusaur to say - he was feeble, hurt and defensive, self-injecting humility for a tiny glimmer of possibility. His determination was forced, but that was be best he could do right now.
Just because Bulba knew what his injuries were, didn't mean he knew exactly the whole extent of his crippling, right? Right?
"Al'right. Fine. Okay. So." Vinnie frowned, feeling his aptitude with words failing again. What say next, brain? He looked so uncomfortable.
"...I hadn't really thought this through to the part where after I ask you. Stuff. Cuz I was mostly..." Oh no, no hand gestures with his arms crossed. He looked flustered instead. "...if I should. Cuz you probably... Fuck, I sound like Marie.."