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Ever-determined to prove to Deimos that you are a worthy not-scrub trainer, you decide to shoot an appeal from a different approach, "Alright! Alright! So I fucked that one up. Like, really, really badly. I don't have a leg to stand on. But come on, everyone has off days, right? Are you saying you never suffered an embarrassing defeat after saving a village of mushrooms by capturing your oldest rival and then breaking your legs upon your return to civilization?"
"An embarrassing defeat, huh?.."
Deimos folds his hands together and looks up at the ceiling, eyes shut, deep in thought. If it wasn't for the Lax Incense still burning, he likely wouldn't have given your question a thought in the first place.
"Most of my battles against Catrina, at least back in the day, all ended in tough losses. They eventually became wins that balanced each other out, sometimes draws in-between, but I can't deny the fact that things started out extremely rough. She was lovely, but damn, she was nigh-impossible to beat. I still have doubts over whether or not I'm as tough as she was."
A nostalgic smile briefly graces Deimos' face before being replaced with despair, "Have to hand it to her though: It was only with her help that I got to where I am now...Now I'm stuck here trying to pick up the pieces she left behind. It's not an easy thing to do."
>What do you say next?
