it could not comprehend the size of itself, because the world itself was so large and ever expanding. it would expand forever, until it fell into the distorted domain and was consumed in turn.
(some say that consumption would spawn a new creation. would it, too, become like the creator in time?)
she speaks in the silence of its destruction, shadows falling over her like petals from a burning tree, and she speaks of wanting to protect her world. a world collected of names who saw her and wanted to be at her side also.
and she, too, counted it among her world. she, too, begged to hold its memory until time immemorial - and to be held in turn.
it thinks of solitude, of endless corridors of darkness, and it thinks of having a quiet companion to talk to - to dance with.
what was sentiment, except the echoes of destruction?
it extends one enormous claw to her, like offering its hand in a dance, and presses the end of that claw into the palm of her hand. it sips her blood, to taste the divine of the moon, and to hold that memory.
ALL THINGS WILL END AS I HAVE BEGUN: DESTRUCTION IN ITS FINEST FORM. UNTIL THAT DAY THAT I STAND AS LAST CREATURE IN THE WORLDS, I WILL HOLD THIS. I CANNOT PROMISE THE CREATION OF YOUR WISH - BUT I SHALL SPEAK TO THE DESOLATION OF YOUR ENEMY.
It can't promise the creation of her wish...that's fine. In the end, human fates are determined by human hands. All she needed as just a little help, to realize it on her own.
After all, she made it here on her own two feet, danced with her own body, withstood so many things to get to these points. Sure, this is only her second appeal, however, her efforts must be at least a little obvious in everything she had done so far, right?
The claw poking into her hand was like a sharp needle piercing through, but she bore it. More than that, she curled her fingers in order to hang on. After all, was it not going to be her dance partner now, even if only for a moment? Yuri had no intent to let go just yet.
"That's fine," she said, squeezing tight. "Whatever you're willing to give, I am grateful to receive, so...thank you Giratina. I'll make this a dance to remember!"
It was at that declaration that the Pokemon around them remembered why they were here and the music resumed, on their spectral drums, guitars, flutes and other assorted instruments. The Ghosts were working their way around, dancing and merry-making. Creating a tableau of fun and liveliness. And though their size differences were something to balk at, Yuri did her best, with a big grin.
So that the two of them can carry this memory with them until the end of everything.
