Hurried footsteps echoed around the room. Curious, Kyurem opened his yellow eyes, having grown used to the hushed tone the prison had. Two humans entered the room. The blue-haired one muttered something the Boundary pokémon could not make out, then dashed off. The brown-haired one, however, lingered, stepping closer to the glass containing the dragon. His yellow eyes bore into the boy's brown eyes, and for five minutes they stared at each other.
Hope filled his being as Kyurem watched him follow the blue-haired boy. He caught himself feeling this way and pondered why this was so. Was it fate?