From the introductions of her company, Latias was soon enlightened that the newcomer was a creature named Giratina. Casting her mind back to her youth, trying to awaken any previous knowledge of the creature, the dragon was confused at the sudden forgetfulness that washed over her. Her reminiscing seemed to just hit a mental wall – rare, considering the female prided herself on a keen memory. Uncomfortable, her previous frustration overcome with a silent concern, the red dragon’s expression relaxed as she pulled herself back to the present.
They were still discussing, debating, an approach to combating the monstrous phenomenon of the undead. Celebi remained adamant that they were to be destroyed, bringing a smile and a firm nod of agreement from Latias, whilst Cobalion led the ‘opposition’ supported by none other than her brother. A frown surfaced over her striking eyes as the Unovian legend insisted that they travel away from Kanto, chipping in that she knew ‘little’ about the epidemic. Perhaps that was right. She’d never taken interest in trying to understand
these monsters – there was no reasoning with such feral beasts and she had long forgotten the word ‘pity’. She had strived to protect Hoenn for months – nothing more, nothing less and had been doing fine until the population of the creatures skyrocketed. She came searching for help and only handful of the legends actually shared her own opinions of mass murder.
Her nostrils flaring, Latias found her attention drifting in and out of Giratina’s speech, her own erratic thoughts evoking a growing hostility in the legend which she was struggling to combat. Whilst the enormous newcomer’s words were essentially in support of both her and Celebi’s views, the female was simply growing so restless of all this talk. Temples throbbing, she turned her back to them for a moment, moving to clutch the wound on her neck as a violent pain exploded to course about her entire being. It burnt
. A suppressed growl rumbled from her throat, silenced only when her sibling spoke.
Latias remained unsurprised of Latios’ intentions to accompany Cobalion, yet his blunt, decided tone evoked a slight groan from her. She knew that tone and whenever it emerged, she struggled to change his mind. Heaving a sigh, she moved closer to her brother, eyes scanning his face before a look of defeat touched her own features. “You really think its best?”
She spoke quietly, a flicker of the dragon she once was surfacing in the gentle tone she adopted. Hostility forgotten, washed away at the prospect of losing her brother, Latias managed a weak smile. She let her claw fall from her injury, arms hanging by her sides as she stood loyally beside Latios. There was no way she was letting him run off alone again, not when it was unknown how little time they had left. “I’ll go too. But I can’t promise I won’t kill anything,”