Can't say I blame him. There ain't nothing wrong with not wantin' to evolve, but...

[Oh no, sappiness. His one weakness. It was probably one of those things Bulba knew without being said, but Char was already sure that he never again wanted to have that sense of loss that had come when he'd thought of that tiny little Bulbasaur -- a sense of missed opportunities and wasted chances.

So even if it was sappy, and even if saying it while he was being carried across the threshold like some kinda bride did make it seem a bit silly, it still felt like it was important to say it. One hand gripped onto Bulba's shirt for balance, but the other rose up to his head, trying to usher him to lean down a bit so ear scratches could be administered.]

I know he's proud of you, kid. I'm proud of you too.