[Giddy excitement runs with the adrenaline in your veins, that which carried you here to victory through the Elite Four and that which is keeping you rolling the Pokéball clutched in your hands in anticipation of the one you're waiting for.]
[Always one step behind, poor Slowpoke Reddy. Even since you were kids, you would dash off ahead of him, getting that insatiable rush in your chest when you watched him chase after you, like you could lead him along by the nose and he would just follow you, no matter where you went. Back then it was something different. Now, it was like leading an unsuspecting mouse into a trap.]
[Gramps should be on his way here already. And when he gets here, it'll be just in time to see Red crushed on the grandest stage of them all- proof, once and for all, that you are the one rightfully deserving of his attention. Of his love.]
[...That Agatha, Gramps' old rival, creepy old witch as she was, was right- Pokémon were for fighting. You aren't like them. You aren't some weakling that would be satisfied with only studying them, coddling and cooing at them like insipid pets. You and your team understand the hard work it takes to grasp victory, and you're all in this together. That's all you need. He just doesn't understand.]
[Unlike Red. Everything just fell into his lap.... Love. Attention. Pokémon. If he hadn't coasted here on the kindness of strangers who probably felt sorry for him, the poor anxious thing, who knows if he would have ever made it? ....Even if he won almost every time you met; going easy on him on the road was one thing. Now, it was serious. This throne was proof- now, you're the Champion.]
[You are the strongest trainer in the world.]
Red.... this time.... I'll show you!!!
[And then you'll never be able to look away from me again.]
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[Giddy excitement runs with the adrenaline in your veins, that which carried you here to victory through the Elite Four and that which is keeping you rolling the Pokéball clutched in your hands in anticipation of the one you're waiting for.]
[Always one step behind, poor Slowpoke Reddy. Even since you were kids, you would dash off ahead of him, getting that insatiable rush in your chest when you watched him chase after you, like you could lead him along by the nose and he would just follow you, no matter where you went. Back then it was something different. Now, it was like leading an unsuspecting mouse into a trap.]
[Gramps should be on his way here already. And when he gets here, it'll be just in time to see Red crushed on the grandest stage of them all- proof, once and for all, that you are the one rightfully deserving of his attention. Of his love.]
[...That Agatha, Gramps' old rival, creepy old witch as she was, was right- Pokémon were for fighting. You aren't like them. You aren't some weakling that would be satisfied with only studying them, coddling and cooing at them like insipid pets. You and your team understand the hard work it takes to grasp victory, and you're all in this together. That's all you need. He just doesn't understand.]
[Unlike Red. Everything just fell into his lap.... Love. Attention. Pokémon. If he hadn't coasted here on the kindness of strangers who probably felt sorry for him, the poor anxious thing, who knows if he would have ever made it? ....Even if he won almost every time you met; going easy on him on the road was one thing. Now, it was serious. This throne was proof- now, you're the Champion.]
[You are the strongest trainer in the world.]
Red.... this time.... I'll show you!!!
[And then you'll never be able to look away from me again.]