Kathi
"No, no, it's not your fault. Don't ever think that anything your father did was your fault. He was a bad person, and that's his problem, not yours," Lance had spent too long trying to become his grandfather. He knew. But Lance would never be him. And that's okay. He didn't have to be what tradition molded him into. He could just be Lance - nothing more, nothing less - and that would be enough."I just wanted to make sure you're happy with yourself. Because if you are, that's all that matters."
Yolanda
"I'm happy." He responded simply. "I'm getting stronger, stronger then anybody else in Johto. I have 7 of Kantos gym badges and I'm on my way to take one of Gold's thrones."

Admittedly, at some point his strive to becomes Johto champion was less about his own strength. But the strength of his friends. Being the champion of two reigons couldn't be easy, especially on a 15 year old. But Gold would never admit something like that, would he?

"Still sad I never got to battle you, though, old man."
Kathi
Oh, truly? He'd be glad to watch that battle when it happens. He's retired, but he can always pull a few strings at the league to make things easier for Gold. "You can always ask. Just because I'm retired doesn't mean I've stopped training." Lance smiled.
Yolanda
The grip on the pokeball in his hand was no longer one of anxiety or fear, but one of determination.
"I mean, how many times have we already locked eyes in this conversation? Let's just get *On* With it already!" His eyes flared to life, the purple hues seeming to saturate in color. Its obvious that his spirit for battling has only grown.
Kathi
Lance chuckled. Right now? Well, at least he came prepared with the whole team. He retracted Chubs back into his Pokeball with a headpat. "Exactly seventeen, but it's not important."
Yolanda
"I've been training for a long time, old man." He grinned, opening his jacket and taking out a greatball. "Especially on dragon types, as you could probably guess. I'm ready to add to my win streak!" 

He released his magneton, the group of three seperated and returned to form. It stared at Lance curiously, as if not expecting to battle at all.
"Fighting time, buddy."
*"Magne."*