The relationship was improving. That much could be seen. Sneasel listened to commands and did what Iris said. However, it seemed like something was off. Every attack seemed to not be at full force. Every command took a second longer to be obeyed than it should.
It probably wasn’t the lack of evolution, or at least she hoped. After all, she wouldn’t know where to get a Razor Claw to evolve her. No, the issue seemed to be that hatred had gone to intense apathy and no further. No matter what Iris did, Sneasel refused to forgive her for her original treatment.
Which is why the two of them were sitting on rocks and staring at each other. Both were exhausted, partly from training, but mostly from dealing with each other. Sneasel had her arms crossed, with a smug expression, while Iris just blinked and focused her attention on the Pokemon.
"I don’t get it." The trainer wasn’t even sure who she was speaking to. "I’ve been working and working and trying to fix things, but you still disobey me. You still ignore me. You still hate me.”
"Maybe I was right. I’m not the right trainer for you."