It wasn't until Char had turned around and left that Vinnie realized how fast his heart was beating, how loud it had become when the rest of him suddenly fell so quiet. It rang inside him like a hollow sound, and for a moment he was stuck in place, unable to move.
Until everything he said caught up with him and dragged him under, like a riptide.
Oh, god. The horror hit him so hard, he was staggering - Vinnie had to lean against the wall to even stay upright. There was simply no way he couldn't be disgusted at himself. He knew how it felt... he'd felt it firsthand.
They weren't even that different, but the Venusaur had just been so angry and frustrated and... all he'd wanted was to make things right. He'd never bothered to understand Char as an Ivysaur, that was shamefully true - but once he tried, he knew he had to be a better person, and a worthier rival. And now he'd gone and destroyed everything.
He shouldn't even have bothered feeling indignant that all his efforts towards trying to understand the Charizard were being invalidated, not when he'd so thoroughly messed it up himself. There was absolutely no way Vinnie could make this right, was there? Hell, he'd seen Max labour and toil endlessly to try and make things right with Char, to little effect.
What was he going to do now?
Vinnie could already see the disappointment in Bulba's eyes as he was torn between the two again. And Green was going to detest him... and he'd deserve it.
Filled with self-loathing, Vinnie stumbled away from the emotional warzone - he just needed to get away, right now. Only the broken mug remained as evidence of the fallout.
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Until everything he said caught up with him and dragged him under, like a riptide.
Oh, god. The horror hit him so hard, he was staggering - Vinnie had to lean against the wall to even stay upright. There was simply no way he couldn't be disgusted at himself. He knew how it felt... he'd felt it firsthand.
They weren't even that different, but the Venusaur had just been so angry and frustrated and... all he'd wanted was to make things right. He'd never bothered to understand Char as an Ivysaur, that was shamefully true - but once he tried, he knew he had to be a better person, and a worthier rival. And now he'd gone and destroyed everything.
He shouldn't even have bothered feeling indignant that all his efforts towards trying to understand the Charizard were being invalidated, not when he'd so thoroughly messed it up himself. There was absolutely no way Vinnie could make this right, was there? Hell, he'd seen Max labour and toil endlessly to try and make things right with Char, to little effect.
What was he going to do now?
Vinnie could already see the disappointment in Bulba's eyes as he was torn between the two again. And Green was going to detest him... and he'd deserve it.
Filled with self-loathing, Vinnie stumbled away from the emotional warzone - he just needed to get away, right now. Only the broken mug remained as evidence of the fallout.