"Chimecho was sick," James said with a frown. "It had a really bad fever... I couldn't really take care of it well enough on my own."

At her question, James realized she probably didn't know. "I guess... you never encountered one, huh? Misty, May, and Dawn knew, so I thought you might've, too... sorry."

His smile suddenly became nervous and he looked a bit more withdrawn. He stopped petting Mime Jr., who looked at him with confused concern.
He gripped the edge of the counter instead, looking down.

"... they are. I won't inherit any of it, so it's got nothing to do with me, really..."