Act 3: Chapter 1
"We've much to speak about, the three of us."
"We do?" are the first words to blurt from Lee's mouth.
Above, the great, shifting shadow leans in closer, looming over the trembling man and fox.
"Yes."
Lee licks his lips, but finds that they remain dry, much like his throat. His shaking hands hold Ninetales tightly, trying to soothe the unsettlingly intense terror ripping through her. "I-I take it you were the one trying to reach out to me? To us? Over the last few weeks?"
As he speaks, Lee vainly tries to inspect the dark shape that he knows is Giratina, but looks nothing like how his memory says Giratina should look. No matter what angle, what feature he focuses on, the mind-bending form before him remains painful to look at.
"Indeed."
Giratina's blood-red irises, of which Lee sees two, but swears there are more, shift between them.
"You are owed answers. Answers I would have given freely upon the beginning."