Margo turned her attention from Indy, surprised at the way Jack's voice sounded. Could he actually be happy for Indy's progress as a trainer? 

Definitely not. However, she wasn't concerned with Jack's view of Indy, she was too caught up what Indy had apparently done last night. She twisted back to look at him, furrowing her brows. [color=mediumseagreen][b]"You... abandoned your pokemon?"[/b][/color] She almost spat the words, physically withdrawing from Indy. From here, their rapid interaction made Margo's head swim, never taking her eyes from Indy in sheer horror. He couldn't possibly be serious, could he?

There was that word again: ugly. What was his problem? Had he not learned anything from when he had called Poinsettia names like that? What was the point of being so heartlessly cruel, to hurt a pokemon's feelings and make them feel like they weren't useful? Margo was beginning to feel sick, crossing her arms across her chest in physical defense of the words that the two trainers were spewing. While she couldn't say she was surprised, it caught her off-guard when Indy refused to hear anything from Mori. He was such a nice man, why would Indy act like that towards his older brother? He was just trying to support him.

Of course, Margo had been supporting him this morning and now look: he turned out to be the same ruthless teenager from the other day. Can't teach an old growlithe new tricks, she murmured to herself, more disappointed in herself than Indy. She let herself believe he learned something from her the other day. Hearing the other little girl announce their departure, Margo gave a curt nod in response. [color=mediumseagreen][b]"Yea, that makes both of us."[/b][/color] Margo snipped, shooting a glare over at Indy. Margo's attention was brought back to Mori, unable to keep her angry face on when she heard what he said. [color=mediumseagreen][b]"I don't think your little brother needs me or my ugly pokemon to watch over him.."[/b][/color] She muttered under her breath, the same time that she gave Mori the affirmative with a quick thumbs up.

As they crowd dispersed and they were left to themselves, Margo grabbed Indy by the collar harsher than she had anticipated. She could see the hurt in his eyes, but her own eyes were hazed with red, unable to truly grasp how upset Indy was due to her own anger taking over herself. [color=mediumseagreen][b]"I can't even fucking believe you."[/b][/color] She hissed in his face, searching his eyes for something--anything--that told her this was just a stupid prank or something. She was searching for something that wasn't there, she realized. [color=mediumseagreen][b]"What is wrong with you."[/b][/color] It wasn't a question, she realized as she said it, giving Indy a shove before stomping in the other direction.

She was furious, overwhelmed by how strongly she felt for that poor Mothim. Poor Hero. Margo would show Indy. She would show him just how useless bug pokemon are. Margo headed towards Mt. Leeman Trail, determined to train her pokemon with a renewed vigor. She would show Indy what happens when you throw aside your petty feelings for aesthetics and train pokemon with love and compassion. While she didn't realize it now, she was also being gripped by an overwhelming sadness, slowly tightening its grasp around her as she headed towards the trail.