Ren took a step back away from both Cross and Ampharos, quite startled at what had just taken place. He was confused as to why it had attacked the older trainer - and seemingly in an unconscious fashion. The young boy did not know what to do at the moment. Though, for now, seeing as he was no longer in the older boy's grip, Ren decided to slowly back away from him.
"It would be best to leave Cross alone."
Ren finally understood that he couldn't hurt him nor her, and was now in quite a predicament.
What would happen to a Pokemon if its owner got killed? He mused. The thought gave him a chill that passed through his spine, hoping that Cross wasn't the type who'd resort to that kind of solution. Ren grimaced at the thought and walked back to the chair located at the other end of the table. Some of the chairs were displaced from what have happened earlier. He weaved his way through, and upon pulling out the chair furthest away from Cross, he seated himself. Ren angled the chair a bit so that he was looking away from the only other person in the room.
He crossed his arms and put them on the table. He then proceeded to rest his head on them. His head was aching. Ren glanced at Cross' - or technically now his - Ampharos that stood where he had thrown the ball earlier. Unlike him, she wasn't drenched in sweat, nor was her head probably aching. The electric Pokemon was better off than he was.
"I wish I became your Pokemon instead." Ren softly mumbled to himself as he buried his face in his arms, closed his eyes, and sighed.