Then he starts laughing--uncontrollably shaking with laughter. "Kid, you really don't know anything, do you?" He breaks out of his laconic state completely.
"Who killed that Cubchoo, I wonder? You want to bring me--freshly tortured--to Leia, a powerful gym leader with a legitimate reason to hate you and see what happens? You kept asking me who sent me, but you would more readily know that than I would. Who do you think sent me?"
"Just because you've killed a few times, you think you're a big deal. My being here will probably just inflate your ego even more. But there's your problem; that's what's will catch up to you in the end: cockiness. I'm not resistant to torture, kid. You just suck at it." He spits on the ground again.
Now his voice is entirely serious. "It's not my choice at all. It's yours. Are you going to run away or take a stand? I suppose I'm the first, judging by your piss-poor reaction, but I won't be the last. Enjoy that, mother--.