[Jirarudan. If Arceus had any concept of things taking any large amount of time and were aggravating for it (and if it learned that nicknames were a thing), Arceus probably would've called him Raru or something.
But that doesn't matter because that magical word 'know' is said and Arceus prances around before it kneels and stares him in the eyes.]
You know!? My parting child, you've spoken to it? When asked who I am I say that I'm me, but I'm asked who I am by many and say the same and they ask the same. If you know who I am, do you know what I am? I have been looking and haven't found my self...
[It hasn't learned about the dangers of assumptions yet. Or lies.]
...I split my heart with my first child, from whom others were birthed. I used my arms to make things. That is what I have done. It doesn't tell me what I am.
[Arceus raises its head, straightens. It found it hard to.]
...I've heard what man has named me. You don't need to tell me that. Lugia, though...yes, the name you gave my moon child...it gave you speech, and gave a way of speaking to those who didn't. I hope to hear what I sound like - it would help me know me.
[Arceus, giving you more internal organs than eyes, a brain, and a heart would be a very bad idea. Only so much room for...well. Spoilers.]
Ah, but if I abandoned my quest, I couldn't be considered the same person, could I? It would mean leaving behind my fundamental nature.
I would, of course, adorn you with praise. But since you have to be convinced to remain in one place, there would have to be more...physical adornments as well. At least until you learned to appreciate your surroundings.
He's that kind of guy. Legendary pokemon are his passion, after all.
[What is...what. Arceus blinks. The people it met often wanted more thorough tellings, with names and emotions and reasons. Things...thing is thing. It's that simple. But when its name is said, Arceus stiffens and its eyes widen and its thoughts come clipped and tight...but it soon relaxes, not hearing it again.]
Sounds. A speaking language. Words. Before my moon child we only moved - there were no thoughts, or what was there was what we saw or wanted to see. When my warming child tore out the eyes of my age children and banished them, my moon and scare children made words like this for them and you!
[And Arceus stamps its foot a couple times, making two little dots next to each other. Look, Jiri, at all a one-word question got you! Probably a truckload of others.]
[Maybe...maybe saying their names won't hurt them as much as it did...and it does want to see them again.]
My moon child, Lugia. My warming child, Reshiram. My age children, Regirock, Regice, Registeel...though Registeel is a making of man's. My scare child, Raikou.
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