"And Who Mourns the Loser?..."
I lost...
I can't believe it.
How could I lose?!...
Again!...
Okay, so maybe
I
should've
seen it
coming.
What can I do?
This is my LIFE!
I never thought to
acquire another one.
Why should I?
I was going to win,
after all...
They told me I should stop.
After the first time I lost,
they knew it was over.
So why--
Didn't--
I?
I guess I'm stubborn.
Just like him.
HIM.
No!
I can NOT be anything like him!!
Yes I can.
He beat me...
But he's me.
NO.
He's not.
There's something different there.
I can't put my finger on what.
But EVERYONE knew it would come to this.
Even us.
We were rivals since childhood.
We both expected to win...
So we never thought about losing...
Or the loser.
Figures he wouldn't come over here.
Thank goodness.
I don't think I could stand it.
So,
WHAT do I do now?...
Who needs me anymore?
I suppose I'll have to work somewhere...
Maybe accept that Pallet Gym offer...
It's not fair.
I have to work,
and HE doesn't!
...Or does he?...
Wouldn't he have to approve everything?...
Be the President of the League?...
People calling me "Mister"...
Heck, maybe I won after all!
But...
Now he gets to be the leader.
The commander.
The figurehead.
Everyone will know him.
Everyone will see him.
And knowing him...
He'll hold on to that position.
He'll be famous.
Probably loved.
He sure has changed...
But what about me?...
I'll be forgotten.
It's that simple.
Even now they barely remember me.
Maybe a sentence in the history books--
as the challenger he deafeated.
Everyone will remember him
as one of the greatest people of all time.
They always remember the winner.
But the loser?...
It turns out he was right all along.
When a Master dies,
the media goes crazy.
There's a huge funeral,
An immense memorial,
and thousands of people show up to cry.
I should be thinking about the future.
Or the _immediate_ future.
I should be thinking about my Gym's sepcialty.
I should be thinking how to impress Misty.
I should be thinking of how to
remove that comment
on that sign
before it's preserved as a prophecy.
(He WAS right all along,
I guess...
Didn't I turn out the loser after all?)
But,
I can't help thinking about
who'd mourn...
Because...
Because,
who mourns the loser?......
~*~
I lost...
I can't believe it.
How could I lose?!...
Again!...
Okay, so maybe
I
should've
seen it
coming.
What can I do?
This is my LIFE!
I never thought to
acquire another one.
Why should I?
I was going to win,
after all...
They told me I should stop.
After the first time I lost,
they knew it was over.
So why--
Didn't--
I?
I guess I'm stubborn.
Just like him.
HIM.
No!
I can NOT be anything like him!!
Yes I can.
He beat me...
But he's me.
NO.
He's not.
There's something different there.
I can't put my finger on what.
But EVERYONE knew it would come to this.
Even us.
We were rivals since childhood.
We both expected to win...
So we never thought about losing...
Or the loser.
Figures he wouldn't come over here.
Thank goodness.
I don't think I could stand it.
So,
WHAT do I do now?...
Who needs me anymore?
I suppose I'll have to work somewhere...
Maybe accept that Pallet Gym offer...
It's not fair.
I have to work,
and HE doesn't!
...Or does he?...
Wouldn't he have to approve everything?...
Be the President of the League?...
People calling me "Mister"...
Heck, maybe I won after all!
But...
Now he gets to be the leader.
The commander.
The figurehead.
Everyone will know him.
Everyone will see him.
And knowing him...
He'll hold on to that position.
He'll be famous.
Probably loved.
He sure has changed...
But what about me?...
I'll be forgotten.
It's that simple.
Even now they barely remember me.
Maybe a sentence in the history books--
as the challenger he deafeated.
Everyone will remember him
as one of the greatest people of all time.
They always remember the winner.
But the loser?...
It turns out he was right all along.
When a Master dies,
the media goes crazy.
There's a huge funeral,
An immense memorial,
and thousands of people show up to cry.
I should be thinking about the future.
Or the _immediate_ future.
I should be thinking about my Gym's sepcialty.
I should be thinking how to impress Misty.
I should be thinking of how to
remove that comment
on that sign
before it's preserved as a prophecy.
(He WAS right all along,
I guess...
Didn't I turn out the loser after all?)
But,
I can't help thinking about
who'd mourn...
Because...
Because,
who mourns the loser?......
~*~