"M-hmm." A nod, sweet, but Chu-e narrowed his eyes. "He was trying to kidnap my daughter and lock her in his basement. Again." The 'again' is said sharply, with heat, the first real anger or sigh of anything other than placid apathy the time he's been locked up. His teeth click tight as he says it, leaning in like he might bite the other. Like he blames her.

Maybe he did. She was one of the League who kept the prick propped up on a pedestal.

A deep breath. In the mouth, then slow out the nose. Leaning back, Chu-e lifted his hands to massage his temples. This was too much effort.

"I can't control it. I've seen what Avatars should be. The bond that Lugia has with Cillian Quinn is beautiful in it's own way. Almost every Avatar I've seen has a loyal confidant, as if the Legend and Avatar share their very spirit."

Chu-e snarls, but it's not at Elinor Anderson this time.

"I'm a puppet now, Miss Anderson. It can use me like a cute like marionette and I can't do anything to stop it. It isn't my friend, it isn't my pet, this wasn't my choice. It is a parasite who used me as a fucked up cocoon until I could birth it back into the world like I'm the fucking Virgin Mary over here. The only thing I want from that vile excuse of a creature is to be free of it."

He shakes his head, not answering any more on the question. Elinor knew what it could do. She had seen it with her own eyes.

A weakness? Well, that was what everyone wanted now, wasn't it?

"Necrozma is intelligent but it's starving. It's been starving since before it connected to me. I think that could be used against it."

But how to do that? Or what would you do after you had it in your grasp? Chu-e wasn't really sure. He had theories. Often he wondered if he could reverse the connection. To force it to feel what he felt as it had so often done to him.

"I'll admit to you, Miss Anderson, that I'm a selfish bitch. Killing it would be too kind. I want to grip it's throat and make it pay for everything it's done to me and the people I care about. I'll only kill it if I can't do that."

Elinor Anderson

"Then we're in agreement." Chu-e gave a toothy smile, vicious. "The fucker deserves to die."

Oh, if only he could control it. While Chu-e might not be a Rocket any longer, at least not like this, there were still old habits that died hard. That thing would be nothing but a tool to him if he could subjugate it to his will. If Elinor Anderson or someone else could sway him and he had his way, it would be a powerful asset indeed.

"Is there anything else you wanted to ask me? I'm more a dry well than you might think I am when it comes to Necrozma."

A small hum.

"Miss Anderson, I just want to be free and live with my daughter. I'm not sure even Miss Goode herself can grant me that."

No, most likely Chu-e expected he would be locked up and away forever. A boring end to a life that had dragged on much too long by this point.

"Just try and keep my daughter safe is all I ask. She's made many enemies in the League and in Rocket."