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[meowtwo]

Why am I here? My purpose is not here, and you have brought me here needlessly. To act without purpose is wrong. To bring me here is wrong.

[There is a pause as he looks up, tail swirling snakelike behind him, toes curling into the grass, three-fingered hand reaching up to his head. The helmet is not there, this time.]

It has been very long since last I saw the sky.

I should not be here.

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[wings_of_silver]

[Here have a human who's not what he seems - not that you could really tell unless he gives himself away. He's also very amused for some reason. Also, his eyes are blue.] Tch. Haven't you worked it out by now? They do what they want to us.

[meowtwo]

[Mewtwo's eyes narrow in something more of a glare.]

Of course I have.

Of course.

I am not so stupid as that.

[wings_of_silver]

['Silver' just smirks.] Could have fooled me.

[-then he drops to serious, hands in pockets.] Where should you be?

[meowtwo]

[There's a moment... and then Mewtwo looks away.

He's killed humans in the past, of course, but they must be the right ones. And They are no longer here to tell him which the right ones are, but doubtless shall be eventually.]

There.

Back.

[He doesn't really like to talk about it.]

[wings_of_silver]

Back where?

[meowtwo]

[He doesn't particularly want to talk, still, but Mewtwo has grown accustomed to orders.

Still, this man is not one of Them, and so he says nothing and looks over, eyes dark and swimming with repressed power.]

[wings_of_silver]

[Yea - he's not that impressed. Try again when you get to the level of Darkrai, Mewtwo. But for now, the 'human' will just shrug and look Mewtwo over.] ... How old are you?

[meowtwo]

[He'll have you know that he could

he could

he could figure out some way to get rid of Darkrai too, you know. Like. Smash him with a rock maybe since nothing else would work]

Why does that matter?

[wings_of_silver]

It matters more than you might think.

[meowtwo]

How, when nothing changes?

[wings_of_silver]

'Nothing'? You haven't been paying attention then. Everything changes.

Heh. [He looks at his hand, flexing it like it;s the first time he's seen it.] It's been what, 7 years now. Give or take. Innumerable times, each one different.

[meowtwo]

Nothing of consequence.

Humans die and more come.

[he hasn't been around long but when your whole life is one thing and you're brainwashed into thinking that's all there is...]

[wings_of_silver]

Tch. That's kind of a given as they breed like ratta.

Still haven't answered by question, though I'm pretty sure I know the answer.

[And just the thought of it is enough to make his bloodboil.]

[immortal_pain]

Tell me, child.

What is right?

Where should you be?

[meowtwo]

[He stares down coldly.]

It is not.

[Mewtwo trusts few people or pokemon, he does not trust Mew.]

[immortal_pain]

You didn't answer my questions, child.

The questions you should be asking yourself.

You're no slave here.

[meowtwo]

I am not a child. What I am is... irrelevant.

[He seems to struggle with that answer more than the others he's given, but he is a weapon, in the end and the beginning.]

There is no freedom. Freedom is an illusion.

Freedom through obedience, freedom through pain. It is all the freedom there is.

[immortal_pain]

You are petulant and stubborn like a child, and so shall you be referred to as one.

Make your own obedience. Cause others that pain.

Freedom as a master is not the same as freedom as a subservient.

[meowtwo]

[Anger, now.]

I could snap you in half.

[But he can't answer, as so many things are so snarled in his head.

Mewtwo had been trained, like an animal, through days of torture, of being left limp and prone in his harness, of illusion, of trickery.

He still wasn't sure that wasn't what was here now, but he knew he must never show his claws unless ordered too. Painful thought, longing, there was, but there could be no more. There was no more.]

[immortal_pain]

I could return the favor in kind. You think to be small is to be weak, and to be large is to be mighty.

And yet I am the one who has escaped, while you cling to servitude you were never supposed to bear.

[meowtwo]

[That rocks him, and for a moment it's like he's lost his balance. He shakes his head as though to clear it and looks back in eyes that snap with anger.]

This is all there is.

Never supposed to? It is all I was ever intended for.

[Not all that he was created for, he won't say that, but they have found him, and will find him, and the chemicals and machines tie nooses around him.

If he moves he strangles himself.

This is all they ever meant him to be, they will allow nothing more.]

[immortal_pain]

[She has vague snippets of conversations just like this in her memories... though it was so muddied and unclear that she couldn't be sure.]

A weapon does not discriminate upon who it kills.

[It's a simple statement, one she hopes he understands.]

[meowtwo]

Those who wield it do.

[You lost him.]

[immortal_pain]

Wield yourself, unless you're begging me to do it for you.

[meowtwo]

You will weild nothing.

[But no, that's the sort of thought that gets him in trouble.]

[immortal_pain]

I have no wish to.

But if you're just going to lay there and be useless without someone guiding you...

You call yourself a weapon, perhaps it's time to show them how bloodthirsty you can be.

[meowtwo]

That...

[Is forbidden.

Brings pain.

There are reasons he should not try.

His tail curls around his feet, and he seems to shrink.]

[immortal_pain]

[...The thought that you've been brought to this... her emotions range from pity to rage.]

And what will you do if they die anyway? Simply lie there and rust?

meanwhile that awkward moment that you think you've replied to something and you didn't

[meowtwo]

[He's startled by that again, and his tail twitches and curls tighter.]

There's... always someone.

[immortal_pain]

That's no attitude befitting one with as much power as you. You are stronger. A sharper blade than they TRULY know how to wield.

[meowtwo]

Sharp enough, perhaps, that it may cut itself.

[It was not true, not really, but every time he had been punished he had been told he was the cause. He had come to believe it. It had been this way his whole life.]

[immortal_pain]

Then you endure the pain. You realize that what you cause is much worse than what you personally bear... and you strike.

[meowtwo]

It doesn't work. It never works.

[He had tried, once.]

[immortal_pain]

To try once and fail is to never succeed. To try a thousand times and succeed only once is to defy the word 'never'.

Perhaps you'll understand in a few more years.

[meowtwo]

What would be left of you after a thousand failures?

[He doesn't like the sound of that but doesn't expect anything else.]

[immortal_pain]

Open your eyes and see for yourself.

[Twenty years in captivity, and all she has for it is an intermittent case of the shakes. And her freedom.]

[meowtwo]

[He looks at her somewhat blankly.

She may have lived 20 years in captivity, but he's lived in it all his life.

[immortal_pain]

[You haven't been alive 20 years... regardless, the mew shakes her head.]

Give it a few more years.

[psychic_supremecy]

None of us should be here really, but at least here we are free of our creators.

[meowtwo]

[There's a flicker of something like interest at last, something bitter around the edges. Another trick? It is a new one.]

Are we truly free of them?

[psychic_supremecy]

We are. We are not free of human influence, but at least they do not seek to only use us as solely as instruments of enslavement here. We may not be truly free, but we are more free here than in Giovanni's hands.

[meowtwo]

If there are humans, we are not free of them.

[psychic_supremecy]

Not all humans are worthy of our hatred, either. There are indeed many who are... but I have been shown that there are just as many who are not.

[meowtwo]

Humans are humans. There is little that matters beyond that, just as there is little that can change.

[psychic_supremecy]

All things change. That is the single unifying aspect of nature. Buildings are raised and crumble. Rivers cut valleys through mountains. Pokemon live and evolve.

Humans are capable of great kindness, just as they are capable of great evil. They have potential, they simply have not reached that yet, nor do I believe they will reach it within our lifetime. However, that potential is enough to refrain from interfering in their world.

Even we are capable of change.

[temporaltundra]

There are a lot of us here who shouldn't be, whether it's due to responsibilities back home or for more...complicated reasons.

From here, the only way to go back is to keep going forward.