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Isaac Merlo 's bond with Suicune represented purification. A defector where Suicune's waters washed away all stains of Rocket from his heart. Zekrom was a little more complicated. Most legendary beasts represented some sort of element or natural phenomenon, becoming in tune with it and even flourishing in the right natural disasters. They became emissaries of tragedy, so entrenched as to become as much of a blight on the earth as a boon. [break][break]

Zekrom, and the lost Reshiram are different. Their story, as far as Paxton had discovered, was of something more human. Reasoning. Ideals. Truth. The original dragon was split by factions unable to come to an agreement on how to move forward with the power granted to them. The original dragon all but lost, and only a husk remained. And then, of course, it's soul left in the form of opposites. Reshiram and Zekrom, competing beasts but not like Groundon and Kyogre. Not elemental but still complementary in nature, as much as Groudon and Kyogre rivaled themselves. [break][break]

For Paxton, it's hard to understand the motives of a Legendary. Much less something that seemed to exhibit something more nuanced than the desire to grow their power. Why exactly had Zekrom stayed with Remiel Calcifet ? And what did it see in him? The beast had chosen him for Rocket and for what? Because he believed Rocket would solve all the prince's problems? [break][break]

And now he was with the League, finally completing amnesty and earning his spot in AQUA. Paxton didn't understand it. But if the dragon was communing with people that were more than just his patron, he would seek it out and he would ask. Here amidst the mist, METEOR FALLS is overtaken as a temporary lair for Black Yin. There's a lingering smell of ozone, as he enters the ruins. Static present that made hiss hair stand on end, and floating, almost glowing rocks on the outskirts of the temple. He can see the black beast before he reaches it. Hiss proxy nowhere in sight. [break][break]

Bright blue eyes nearly stop him dead in his tracks. He's reminded how small he is as he slowed his gait and approached, hands up in surrender. But before he can speak, Zekrom does. It's disjointed, jarring. He wondered if this was how MATIAS SILPH and Eva Morales felt like all the time. Paxton let out a huff, covering his mouth and lowering his head in a sign of respect. He couldn't help it though. He'd come here with the same intention as Zekrom had. [break][break]

Paxton watched the dragon of legend settle, watching little sparks of blue ripple over its body. He stayed silent, organizing his thoughts and watching pieces of stone float across the ruin and around Zekrom's presence. It's nice to converse with it at least. Zekrom, perhaps by virtue of being eternal, did not rush him for an answer. It merely stared down unblinkingly as Paxton took his time. It's a staring contest Zekrom would win. He began with inhaling deeply and letting out a long sign. [break][break]

Nobody is around. Just him and god. [break][break]

"My ideal world is one without Rocket, and I have already gone through hell and back to see it happen. And because they continue to spread and blight my world, I take up arms once more to see them annihilated." [break][break]

"I am a shell of the kid I once was. I have no home, nor family to return to. I've lost every friend I ever had for that ideal world." He's lucky that CALLISTA MOON forgave him. That he can see MATIAS SILPH again. That Eva Morales is alive. And maybe friend is a strong word. Maybe comrades is better. But their lives bring him relief that something better than him survived, and continues to survive.

"I've died more than once for that ideal world. But if I had a choice, I'd probably do it again." After all, he'd found Eris Halla , and that had been the moment he had promised himself he would call it quits. But here he was. Still taking arms, still offering his services. Retired or not, broken or not. He doesn't know why, and maybe it's because he knows nothing else. Palkia had ripped him away from the sweetest sleep, and now he worked towards a new end with unprecedented fervor. [break][break]

"It's impossible to stamp out evil. Without Rocket, some other organization may rise up in the power vacuum to take its place as is often the case with terrorists. But Rocket has ballooned into something more. Perhaps a newer evil, untested and uncertain, would be far easier to handle." he mused. He grew quiet once more. The dragon is unmoved. Paxton leaned down against a fallen pillar, sliding down to take a seat and watch the dragon silenced by his own awe. [break][break]

It's hard to feel anything but under the shadow of something so large. The silence consumes everything, sparks of static and the crackle of sound they made echoing gently in the cave. Zekrom doesn't chase him off, merely observes. Paxton is comfortable. [break][break]

"Why Remiel Calcifet ? A man who has abandoned, country and principles?" he asked, watching intently for any sign of aggression. But the dragon doesn't move. It doesn't speak. It just is. Maybe like it's own choice in avatar. After a moment, it's clear he wouldn't get an answer. [break][break]

"I don't think your ideals can align fully with what a human's are." he said as he stood up and dusted himself off. Zekrom had moved from Rocket to League without question, following one man. "I hope for his sake, his ideals align with ours. Or you'll have to find a new human to contract with." he said as he dipped his head in respect at the dragon. [break][break]

"Unless you want to puppeteer a corpse." Again no response. Not that Paxton is looking for one after the warning. He doesn't bristle or snarl. He stared back at Zekrom, stating fact. There's nothing but the drip of distant water and sparks of electricity between him and the myth. So without goodbye, he turned to leave the way he came. [break][break]

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