"Lex - " He freezes at her touch. Though gentle and warm, it cages his lungs in panic. The last time they touched while Deoxys was awake, it attacked. He can't let that happen again.

Killian scanned the depths of their shared space for aggression. The tiniest speck, and he'll know he's made a mistake.

If that isn't Chu-e, it must be the parasite puppeteering him around. Killian frowned. Before he can stop it, his mind is already drawing a comparison. Should he die, will Deoxys treat him the same? Will it hollow him out and use the husk that remained to suit its needs? His stomach twisted into knots thinking about it.

The metallic walls of the submarine suffocated more than reassured. A prison twelve leagues under the sea willingly frequented by its host. Why? He held nothing but contempt for this place, the people inside, and the surrounding ocean. Yet sleep found him despite danger lurking all around.