Hah. You sound like some kinda psychologist. [There's no bitter edge to it, for once.]

I thought he was hallucinating or something. It'd make sense. Half-drowned kid, left standing in water for fucking days by some psycho--

[In a sudden jerking motion, Blake slams his fist into one of the pads held by the Hitmonlee. Then he drops his hands and stares down at the mats on the floor. His hands stay in tight fists.

Ash's voice brings his head up, and he's struck with genuine surprise.

He has actually never thought of that.]

I...shit. You got a point, there.

[His brows draw down again. He can't get out that easy.]

But I'm the same guy. Just with different luck.