The scientist was barely fazed by the strong, fiery vocal outburst from an enraged Rosa, finding her emotionally charged and false insults about him to hardly be more painful than a paper cut; he was a person who took few things said to him personally. He doesn’t bother hiding his trademark smirk that formed on his face whenever people tried to bring him down and failed miserably in the process. Golden eyes shut themselves briefly as Colress sucked in a deep breath, completely amused at Rosa’s attitude toward him. The sounds of a faint chuckle emerge from Colress’ throat before spilling from his lips into a bitter, condescending laugh.
“Even a complete fool who lacks a functioning brain can clearly see that I have not changed my ways, and I am far unlikely to do so in the future. You believe my research is pure nonsense? Nothing more than a typical response coming from a person like yourself that lacks the intelligence to comprehend my studies.”
Colress had spoken his comeback without a single amount of regret. He knew he was a bright, clever man with dreams and ambitions that deserved to be chased after and recognized by society, regardless of the morals behind it. Confidence was something he did lack from time to time, but hid well behind the emotionless “mask” he spent so many years perfecting as a way to conceal his emotions, which he deemed as “unnecessary” for his occupation. No obstacle would stand in Colress’ way, or else he would take the proper steps to rid anyone or anything who dared interfere with his research or insult it, even if he had to resort to torturing the person.
Rosa probably knew perfectly well that a heartless piece of shit wouldn't bat an eyelash to a thousand condemning words. Yet, even so, this fool of a Champion, a fool of a girl, still planned to scream at him as though he might perhaps take the shots and might synthesize them.
She really had trusted him then. He was strange, and in some ways creepily passionate, but at that time it had been nearly refreshing. Never had she really wanted to fight Team Plasma to the extent that she had, and him pursuing his goals of drawing out Pokémon potential had seemed benign enough. She considered their encounters at “random” something personal; that naive teenage her considered it close to friendship. What a stupid idea, that anyone she became close to wasn’t simply orchestrated there.
❝ -- Do’en’t matter. I’m smart enough to know fucked up when I see it. ❞ She steps closer, shoving her palm into his chest with brute anger. ❝ You could’ve at least cut your cryptic bullshit and got to the point so I would’ve kicked your ass from the start. ❞ A narrowing of her eyes, and an idle knuckle crack.
❝ S’never too late, though. ❞
