Even now he couldn't get that boy's face out of his mind. Eyes filled with so much anger and humiliation, hair redder than anything he'd ever seen, a scowl plastered to his face.

"Like I have time to listen to some bleeding-heart! I will be the toughest trainer who ever lived, and next time we meet I'll beat you into the ground!"

Lance liked to see determination in young trainers, but it was clear this boy was determined for all the wrong reasons. His cruel treatment of his Pokemon, his obsession with winning at the cost of anything else, his rage at losing.

"He has potential," Lance said aloud as he leaned against Dragonite. "He's strong, there's no doubt about it, he has the makings of a great trainer." He sighed. "He could be so much better than he is, if only he'd open his eyes and realize the error of his ways."

I will be the toughest trainer who ever lived!

Lance hated the thought of such potential going to waste, someone so young being led down such a dark path. He wanted to reach out to the boy and teach him the benefits of love and trust...not just towards his Pokemon, but towards people.

He doubted he'd ever run into the boy again, though, and tracking him down would just be a waste of time. Perhaps Lyra or Ethan could get through to him, or one of the Gym Leaders.

He just hoped someone would be able to before it was too late.