[...Blue would wonder, with some doubt, if what he's become is really worth any kind of praise; but hey, he made it to adulthood, didn't he? Maybe that was better than what he'd expected of himself, in some ways, even if he could never measure up to what had been expected of him in the start. A whole lot of wasted potential, that was what he expected.]

[Pursing his lips, Blue decides even he can't say anything about a sore loser without opening himself up to roasting, and makes a non-committal but doubtful noise.]

Look at you, a regular pinball wizard. Have you tried the machine in the bar? [He jerks a thumb back behind them, to the mishmoshed building where many of the other people had begun to gather.] Maybe we can battle on there, if we can't get our Pokémon out!

[...That wasn't something he was considering as a serious possibility, because he didn't really think he could handle if that was the case. Picking along the rocky detritus, Blue starts to lead the way back to the lakeside, stepping over scattered bits of cement blocks and metal building detritus, as if the entire area had been hit by a tornado and strewn the rest of the buildings' remains about the natural surroundings.]

Don't catch your cape.