Vinnie's lip curled in a sneer. "Fuckin' listen to yourself. You sound like Marie."

Maybe he was throwing his own little brother under the bus by saying so, but the Venusaur was all too aware of his faults. From the beginning, the Water Type had always been resentful of anyone on Red's team playing friendly with Green's - but it had become especially vicious once he started blaming Bulba for stealing his brother from him. The Wartortle clung onto that bitterness and loathing, that miserable insecurity, until it drove him to do the unthinkable.

"I forgot, you're the only one allowed t'be the victim around here. Forcin' everyone t'put up with you is your job, right? If they don't like it, then it's their own fuckin' fault for expectin' anything or not tryin' hard enough or not reading your goddamn mind while you're digging up every old grudge you ever had."

There was a part of Vinnie that was still trying to pull himself back - you know exactly why he's like this. You know what happened to him, you know how lonely he is and how far he's come. You didn't even deserve to know half of it either, but you do. None of this was right. He felt uglier and more unworthy with every word he spat out.

"And you wonder why anyone has a hard time respectin' you."