truth

      “ As I said, dear– ”

      Lysandre’s expression softened, a welcoming smile present as he turned himself, not quite his back of her, simply his side as he stared with those iridescent irises. He appeared as welcoming as when he found her, no need to be afraid or aggressive. He simply sought to assist those who had unfortunately been caught in the crossfire of the weapon’s radiation. Alive and avoidant to the stone that had petrified the rest of humanity. 

      “ –I only wish to help. Should humanity not stick together against adversaries? Come, come. ” 

      He waved his hand for her to follow, finally turning his back to her as he began to lead her away. His voice rumbled–comforting–as he stared forward, not too far from there would be vessel–a plane–it wasn’t too large…Enough to be discrete, enhanced with technology to cloak it’s appearance. How useful, for hiding from legends that did not seek to be caught.

      “ Our destination has a hospital, which we check to assure those we find are healthy…Even in this short time, we have come to realize that a potent radiation has spread across the planet, I do hope you don’t mind if we give you a bit of a check as well when we arrive? Do you have any pokemon that have survived with you as well? ”

“I don’t know.”

It was probably the worst part of the situation. She hadn’t just lost Reshiram, she’d lost them all, in a sense. Hilda hadn’t been willing to let them out, in case it turned out that they would petrify like everyone else around them. The protection on her might not extend to the rest of them, and she couldn’t ask the dormant dragon for clarification.

“But maybe when we get to your hospital we can see. I haven’t- I didn’t want to see if I’d lose them, so I never let them out. If it really is a radiation issue, then I’m glad I didn’t. They’re the only thing I have left.”

      “ You don’t get to make that choice. ”

      He commanded truth, he was the king of truth…His reality was harsh, it was real, and it was the only future. People were simply not a part of it…They must be turned to ash, they must be pushed down. For the sake of pokemon, for the sake of his friends…The Plasma king curled his hands to fists and sighed. Why, why no matter who it was–what version it was–they were always the same?

      Did she not realize that she was not the hero of this story? But the roadblock in his way.

      “ Those who threaten my friends, threaten the world, will burn. I will make it so, and if you get in my way, you will burn too. ”

“What threat do you see?”

Truth was a cruel master to those bound by it. The N she knew wasn’t entirely unlike this one, but with a gentler keel. Stubborn, yes, and he’d been so set in his idea of what was right and wrong that she’d wanted to beat him with her hat over it, but now she saw what he could have been. The monster Ghetsis had tried to make and control.

The king that would destroy anything in the path to build the world he wanted.

“ Don’t, ” the Doctor starts, almost dangerously; his gaze doesn’t even seem to acknowledge her display of authority. After all, what does it mean to a time lord, who dictated the fabrics of time and space? HELD THAT RIGHT? She couldn’t understand. NO ONE could possibly understand. Not anymore… they’re all gone with Gallifrey. And by God, he won’t let his convictions do the same. NOT WHILE THIS WORLD WRITHES AND DIES. He doesn’t move, nor raise his voice, speaking low and warning, ❝ Don’t make an enemy of me, Hilda. You won’t like how that ends. ❞