3 – The Impasse

Giratina wasn't certain if the human could hear, seeing as they had never responded after that. Perhaps there were barriers in place for the mind.

There was a lot of silence. Giratina, if they could consume food, briefly considered eating it out of a show of good humor. Not that the human would appreciate it anyway, but the thought was there regardless. For the first little while they had tried to ignore him. This didn't take much, as the human barely made any sound. They drank from the upside-down waterfall and ate the few hardy blades of grass that grew by the water but that was all. Giratina got the sense that if the human could have simply laid down and died, they would do so.

If the potential answer didn't make Giratina feel as though they were likely going to choke on their own dead larynx if they heard it, then they would ask if that was the case. Besides, they were, admittedly, a tad bit peeved at the human for their disrespectful responses. Did most humans like to be compared to their siblings? Resentfully, Giratina doubted this one would like anything except for destruction.

It was fine, however. They were going to starve to death and decay in here, so there was no reason to be too intent on it. however, one day the human spoke of his own accord. And for the moment it was the only sound in the world. It rather was like listening to pieces of land grate on each other to erupt like a volcano.

"The existence of spirit is pointless."

The statement was so far out of left field, to use a human phrase, that it threw the dead dragon clear out of their thoughts. They had no use for it. And it was also very odd to say for someone who was speaking to the dead. The human didn't think very much about its surroundings, did it?

"Spirit," it continued, droning as if speaking to a class full of children. "Emotion, willpower, none of them are necessary here, are they?" It looked about once more. "The stagnancy here is available without it, yes?"

It took Giratina moment to realize that it was talking about them. Which alone was surprising. The human didn't talk. Or at least not much. It made sounds certainly. It read, or what Giratina believed was reading anyway. Though how it had managed to bring reading materials along was anybody's guess. Electricity did work here, Giratina had discovered after a poor, unfortunate magneton had fallen in here.

It hadn't lasted long, simply put. There were still pieces floating around the area like a satellite in space.

Giratina knew of satellites. Humans made odd creations.

Still, the human spoke and only Giratina was there to listen. They tried not to, but they had been so used to silence. The sound was actually, dare they say, appreciated?

Then, the words actually processed, and Giratina realized it was talking to them. Could it even understand the language of pokemon? Perhaps with telepathy.

Did they even have to answer?

"If spirit did not exist, then there would not be ghosts," Giratina finally said. "Ghost pokemon exist because of the spirit, as the dead become something beyond a physical resource." Then, they realized that wasn't what was being asked. "This world likely could exist without my presence but that is only because the creator wills it. But without me, it would not be necessary as it was made for me."

"But the world persists and would persist, as would all worlds," the human says, its voice quiet and holding some emotion hostage, some feeling he found himself too good to acknowledge.

"They would not be created without spirit in some form." Giratina said with a shrug. "Spirit performs creativity. It would not think to be created in its natural state. If you had no spirit you would not maintain yourself."

"But does it need to be?" The human almost sounded insistent now.

Giratina did not answer out loud. They weren't sure how to do so. Their words were not supposed to be a comfort to this human who had attacked younglings to enslave his brethren. They were not supposed to concern themselves with its well being. It would die soon enough.

Besides, how could it respond to something which it disagreed with so heavily?

So they did not speak and turned to examine the many mirrors that wittingly or perhaps unwittingly, led to their world. Giratina was certain the world was expanding and connecting. Perhaps the sentence would be lightened. That would be nice. The human could be left to blindly hunt their way out of their own will and eventually be eaten by the void.

Yes, that sounded good.