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Bitter. He couldn't get the bitter taste out of his mouth. If there was one thing Silver hated more in this world more then his own father, more then the army of fools he shepherd across continents, it was weakness. His own weakness? He hadn't thought of himself as a weak person since he was a child. The weakness of others? It was like a fire that could not be quelled.
And yet here he was, the battle had ended long ago, and he hadn't moved since.
This isn't the first time he has been defeated in the past, he takes most defeats in stride. They were lucky, and battles won by luck meant that he himself never had to face a moment of weakness.He tried to push the event out of his mind, the effort was futile. there was no denying his own weakness. His pokemon were helpless as they were knocked out by his dragons.
When the dragon master told him that he didn't love his pokemon enough, that he would remain weak until he showed them compassion, his blood began to boil. Of all the people in the world he had to be weaker then, he lost to a bleeding heart. The concept seemed ridiculous to the boy, pokemon were beasts meant for fighting, they were not human beings. To love your pokemon would be like loving your gun, or a bomb. Complicated emotions only cloud your vision, and it was easier to make a mistake in battle if you cared about the pain your pokemon were being put through. Loving pokemon was for the naive, the foolish, and childish. Ultimately bleeding hearts would lose against the cold and calculating simply because they cared to much. He could envision them begging for mercy as his sneasel's claws ripped through their pokemon's throat.
And yet, he had lost.
Worse then that, he felt helpless while losing.
Maybe he was right? he thought to himself before viciously shooting the thought down. Yet the thought was persistent in tormenting him. The war had been ignited in his mind and it wouldn't die.
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Silver will be rooming in BE-5 with Fuel (Mother 3)
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I'll try to keep up
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