The game she's playing is a dangerous one. Every poke at Killian's nerves is a nudge down the tightrope of control he struggled to walk. But Lulu didn't care. A fact Killian might respect if control wasn't the very thing he needed the most.

Killian's face twisted; it crumpled into an ugly mess of furrowed brow and sad eyes. He turned and met her amber gaze with a look so full of confliction and hurt that it could only mean the worst.

He knew what he had to do, even if he didn't want to do it. "I should leave." The words come out choked, strained like he tried to trap them in his throat, but they'd forced themselves out.

Ah, yes, Deoxys. The visitor from beyond the stars. Close to a year of searching, and now it was his. They were connected - mind and body. Beneath flesh and bone, inside his veins mixed with his blood, the creature lay. Through their bond came clarity. Limpidity that Fernando and his brume couldn't provide. A gust of wind to a pile of leaves, Deoxys freed Killian from his Silph-made shackles.

He was a rat no longer. If he'd ever truly been one in the first place.