She had always been one for theatrics. Dramatic wordage shouldn't be too surprising. Detest, abhor. Powerful words to describe emotions so intense she felt them in her soul. Yet somehow, someway, Martín knew how to chip away at her anger.

Lex's voice brings comfort like a blanket on a cold winter's night. Yanks him to the surface of an ocean that is several leagues deep. Killian can feel the heat from her presence next to him. It's enough to steady his shallow breathes.

But that's him. Deoxys doesn't know her. The woman who knelt beside its host is a threat, even if Killian's feelings say otherwise. So when she reaches to touch him, it reacts. The creature's aggression is a bolt of lightning felt in every nerve of Killian's body. "No!" he shouted, but he was too late. His body became not his own.

Briefly, Killian searches himself for how Deoxys is feeling. Wading into the pool of emotions they shared hasn't gotten any easier. The ocean's deep and threatens to drown him if he's not careful.