All humans are filthy liars. None of them will ever truly love a pokemon. They will love you as long as you were useful to them. Once you stop winning battles, they'll just throw you away like a tattered dish rag. It was how she treated her, after all. Snivy recalled the memory with utter disgust. That girl didn't deserve her loyalty. Heck, she didn't even deserve to live.

Those times she would coo praises and compliments, they were all lies. She wasn't actually proud of Snivy, she was just happy that she was one step closer to fame and power. Snivy was guilty of having lingering attachment towards that feeling - an attachment she deeply resents.

Any feelings she harboured towards the girl, she was bent on destroying it to minuscule fragments. It brought her nothing but bitterness and pain. Self-loathing, even. How could she be stupid enough to believe she actually regards her as a partner? Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"Snivy! Snivy! Where are you? Dinner's ready!"

Her heart fluttered when she heard a boy call for her. His voice was different than hers. They utter the same kind words, but his had a odd lilt to it. She didn't know what it was, but she liked it. It made her felt warm, safe. She was wary of that boy at first, scared he was just like that filthy girl.

"There you are! What're you doing out here?"

But when she was held close to his chest, she felt those doubts melt away. There's something about this boy, this weird - and admittedly idiotic - boy that made her believe his love is genuine. Maybe it's the smile he gave her? His smile was amazing, so full of life; different than that girl's - her's never reached her eyes. Maybe it was how his voice would explode joyous notes when he praised her? Snivy didn't mind not knowing the answer. She was happy as is.

"Come on, now. We have a long day ahead of us! You should eat lots!"

It was mildly amusing, how one boy - one naive, fumbling boy could easily erase one of the strongest hate that resided in her heart.