[ The advice doesn't answer everything circling around in his brain, perhaps the fault of the fog of his emotions or there being too much choice where he believes it to be limited. However, they each play their part in his decision that comes, cemented it nearly from the very start.

Charizard waits patiently, eyes set upon his trainer and then the black glass that he brings out. The boy doesn't speak until he's found what he was looking for, and then it comes out slow and steady. ]

...There's gnelit fruit... they're big. If we find some, Charizard can get me up... [ He uses his arm to wipe at his face. ] There's fern-head onions too.

[ Red pauses for a long beat. ] We can go by ourselves if you wanted to look for something else.

[ Because his choice may not mean a difference at all, but it was the one he wanted to make. ]