A/N I don't own pokemon.
He had regrets. He wouldn't-couldn't-deny it. He had been on the top, a fighter, one of the most powerful people in existence. But he'd let it eat away at everything. He had no social life; his friends began drifting away. As he aged, he found that he wasn't fighting to prove anything. He had already proven himself. But his position; now that he had to fight for.
He wasn't fighting for fun anymore; he was fighting for his life. Because that's all his life was in the end; his position. People would point and say, "Look, there's the legend. He was amazing when he was in his prime."
'When he was in his prime." Green detested those words. He was older; much older, than he'd ever planned out. Actually, all his plans consisted of becoming great; he'd never had much of a retirement plan. Now, it came back to bite him.
Now, he was 'assisted'. His pride despised him for it, and he couldn't stand what he'd become. He'd always imagined himself somewhere happy; with a family. Now he looked back and saw he'd neglected any hope of a family. His sister's family visited every so often, but they didn't love him the same way as her. To them, she was 'Grandma', and he was just 'Uncle Green'.
The younger ones were even frightened of him. He thought it was silly, how he'd acted when he was younger. Where had his youth gone? His mind was just as sharp as it had been, but his body left much to be desired.
He looked out the window and remembered a time when he'd fancied getting married. He'd played with the idea for a while, before laying it to rest forever. He wouldn't have known who he would be with anyways. Blue had been beautiful, but her heart belonged to another, and Green respected that. He'd never cared for her enough to marry her anyways.
No, perhaps it was fate that he would live out his life staring and remembering. Perhaps that was all he'd built himself up to be. But Green would dream sometimes of happier days, and of days that had never happened. In his mind, he would rebuild his life. And soon, dreams became more pleasant than reality. But he had his feet planted firmly in the grounds of actuality, and nothing would ever change that. Green was still the same. But he had regrets.