“[color=00aeef][b]This one asks too many questions, host.[/b][/color]”

“[color=00aeef]Hush, you. I like him.[/color]”

Dialga snorted, so much as an entity dwelling entirely within someone’s head could, and returned to stoic silence. When his host grasped hold of an idea, even Arceus couldn’t convince him to let go. Meanwhile, Drystan took stock of this man - Vuduin - properly for the first time. The introduction as the Avatar of Dialga was not simply for show, no mere act of pride. As Vuduin had answered the introduction with merely his own name, it was safe to say that the two were entirely separate beings. Whatever Legend this man embodied was likely sleeping somewhere far under the surface, then, or perhaps it had been completely gobbled up by the human psyche. 

Meetings with other Avatars had shown him that could happen.

[i]Vuduin had taken the gift without the intent to use it,[/i] he thought, [i]out of politeness perhaps? Or obligation?[/i] Drystan carefully eyed Shade the Ghastly, who until now had remained unnoticed by him. The question had been a very direct one, straight to the point without being pointed. It smacked of curiosity and intrigue, not accusation. Even the evaluation of his own character had been right on the mark, even if this was the one exception to the rule. 

Drystan flicked some ash onto the floor, before crushing it into a neat little pile with the sole of a shoe. “[color=00aeef]Our meeting is a mix of chance, and my overly inquisitive nature. Originally, I wished to see if it would be possible to guess which of the Legends you embody, but as it is, Dialga and I are entirely stumped on that front, and I was only in this area in the first place as a result of some rather… disappointing news.[/color]”

Looking Vuduin in the eye for a second, he carefully weighed up just how much information he wanted to divulge about the artifact - ergo his intentions. Following his inclination, Drystan decided to continue with the brutal honesty, albeit mixed with his trademark misdirection, and would see how far it helped. “[color=00aeef]To answer your original question, Vuduin, would require dwelling on the events of last night,[/color]” he said, taking a drag of the cigarette. Upon blowing the smoke out, it fell heavily around him. “[color=00aeef]A terrible thing, as I’m sure we can both agree, and while Giratina and Dialga have never quite seen eye-to-eye, we can’t help but feel a slight guilt over the needless carnage.[/color]”

“[color=00aeef][b]Excuse me?[/b][/color]” Dialga demanded, drawing a lazy smile from his host.

“[color=00aeef]I heard that he was incarcerated as a result of the fighting, but from the snippets I have seen, he couldn’t have been in complete control of his actions. Xerneas’s dead was tragic to be sure, but I can’t sit back and let Giratina rot - again - in a cell.[/color]” Drystan looked at the floor for a second, in silence, before raising his pleading eyes to meet those of Vuduin. “[color=00aeef]Perhaps you could help me, since so few others seem willing to.[/color]” Leaning in close, he lowered his voice several notches, so that the question would go unheard by the medics and other attendants around them.

“[color=00aeef]What do you know of the [i]Griseous Orb?[/i][/color]”