The toy was in Ralts's hands, yet it hovered strangely in midair, as though someone had suddenly pressed pause on the world. Heath was a little surprised, but then he saw a familiar figure walking over. It was Giratina, dressed in a black suit, yawning as he emerged from the restroom off to the side. Heath's expression turned a little odd. Why had Giratina come out of the restroom?
"Good afternoon, Heath. Make me something to eat, would you?" Giratina said with easy familiarity. The corner of Heath's mouth twitched. Was this why you froze all my Pokémon? Heath had just thought Dialga had arrived, only to discover, completely unexpectedly, that it was Giratina.
"...All right, what would you like to eat?" Heath felt a little helpless, but considering that serving Giratina would earn him some good things, he still nodded in agreement. His food truck had every kind of ingredient right now anyway. Even if Giratina wanted caviar, Heath could prepare a serving for him.
"Hmm, let me think. Give me some sashimi, preferably sliced as thin as cicada wings and beautifully arranged." Giratina stroked his chin, then walked over to Ralts and bent his head to pat hers. Heath gave Giratina a suspicious look. Ralts was a ghost still in this world, after all. Perhaps Giratina would decide she should be sent to the Distortion World and briefly play Soul Reaper, taking her away.
Giratina noticed Heath's gaze and rolled his eyes. What was this fellow thinking? Setting aside how he could possibly take Ralts down there in her current state, even if he could, Giratina had little interest in concerning himself with one little Pokémon's affairs. He had seen far too many Pokémon like Ralts, whose tragic experiences had given rise to an endless, obsessive wish. If