[For a moment, Pokey just keeps watching the silly little pink creatures work and play and mess around, still lost in Leatherhead's words. He snaps back to attention when the diamond dog addresses him, though.]
....Pride. Sure.
[Despite the boy's tendency to aggrandize himself, to make himself bigger than life...so much of it was hot air, especially after Mayfield. Assuredly after Mayfield, and all it had taken out of his sails. To say Pokey no longer felt pride at all would be a terrible lie, but it was easier for him to fall towards being critical of himself than praising himself, all outward appearances aside.]
...I think there's something I should. You know. Tell you.
[Action]
....Pride. Sure.
[Despite the boy's tendency to aggrandize himself, to make himself bigger than life...so much of it was hot air, especially after Mayfield. Assuredly after Mayfield, and all it had taken out of his sails. To say Pokey no longer felt pride at all would be a terrible lie, but it was easier for him to fall towards being critical of himself than praising himself, all outward appearances aside.]
...I think there's something I should. You know. Tell you.