Into a bug~ [Active/Closed]

[cagedinfection]

Characters: Mewtwo and Shilo
Setting: Hospital Bedroom
Time: Day 010, a while after this.
Summary: Shilo tries talking to Mewtwo again, now that he's... had time to cool off?
Warnings: Backlog. B|

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Mewtwo sat silent and still, his long purple tail curled flat along the ground and thin arms resting on his scarred knees. His eyes were closed, though he did not sleep--Mewtwo did not need sleep, instead merely resting one hemisphere of each brain in rotation when he did not require their full use. His body, however, was another story, and though he could not figure out how to rest such a thing while tied irrevocably to the ground, he had determined that he could at least grant it some respite through immobility, which he had so far done with only moderate discomfort.

He was... weak.

The concept, the very notion, was alien to him, anathema, and his bubbling rage was tempered only by physical weariness and the knowledge that he could do nothing. Tempered... but also fed. Those scientists... he had been powerless against them. Subdued and held captive without power... he was nothing... just a tool for their research...

Was it... his destiny to be an experiment? To be nothing but a specimen after all?At the sound of her voice, he

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There was one thing for certain that caused Shilo to pause for a moment, and that was Mewtwo's hesitation. It seemed to take him far too long to come up with an answer - beyond the originally provided name, anyway - and then...

It was his final hesitation for the last part that got to him. The questioning of what he was. As if he didn't know what he was. And that was concerning - that such questions were going on in his head in the first place, plus that he'd be struggling so much with the answer, at the same time. Why was he so upset? Or, at least he looked and sounded upset, if Shilo was anyone to judge that sort of thing in the least.

For a moment, she was forced to struggle with what to say to him in turn. How were you supposed to answer a question like that? She definitely had no idea.

She set her book to the side in the meantime, and slid off the bed to move closer to him, and she tried to answer. Being honest here would be the best thing, right? She had no idea if it would help, but she could try to use it to help him anyway

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Mewtwo ignored her, lifting his scarred, three-fingered hands and staring down at them--his hands, the hands he had been given by humans... but what did that mean? What was he? Without his power... without... what was he? Who was he? Was he nothing, now that he had nothing? Had he been stripped of his purpose, reduced to nothing more than what...

They clenched.

[No.] It was sudden and deep, but without the inherent power, the psychic might... yet still the kind of telepathic volume that could induce headaches. [I will not. This... this is not who I am!] He was not weakness. He was not a specimen. He was not an experiment.

He existed for no one else but himself.

This... was not his purpose. The psychic stood suddenly--or tried to, stumbling backwards, catching himself partially with his tail and straightening to tower over Shilo. He turned, staring down at her with his terrible purple eyes, standing erect for the first time. [I am not finished here.]

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Shilo jumped a little at Mewtwo's sudden 'outburst', his voice strong and... commanding, almost. Her head spun as she took a quick stumble back of her own. It almost hurt, him being so forecful like that. What was up with that?

And in the end, she still didn't understand what he meant in the least.

He was denying who he was - and she was left confused. Something had definitely happened to him, or... or something. She wasn't sure what else to think of it, anyway. She frowned a little bit, not sure how she was supposed to respond to that - any of this - to be honest.

She did, however, move forward when he stumbled. As if she was trying to catch him before he fell. But he steadied himself and 'spoke' again, towering over her - he was at least a good foot and a half taller, too, so it wasn't as if it was hard to do.

She hesitated before finally answering - "Well it doesn't have to, right?"

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Mewtwo turned, staring down at her out of the corner of his purple eye. The end of his tail twitched, then lashed violently. She would not understand. [Does it?] he asked rhetorically, his deep voice resonating through her head. [I have witnessed the most vile of human lies, but never before have I experienced something so... evil.] He narrowed his eyes, raising one hand again as though to clutch something invisible.

Evil was not a word he had ever used before. It was not a word that he even considered. It was weak, a useless subjective term with no practical application. And yet... there was no other word for it. The most despicable of beings, of outcomes... he had been brought low by forces he did not understand, and for what purpose?

The hand clenched.

No. That was the only word he needed.

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Shilo looked up at Mewtwo, staring him in the eye, even though his stare was... far more intense and overbearing. Than she would like, at least.

There was something familiar in his speech, though. But she was more than a little hesitant to tell him he sounded a bit like her dad, and instead just applied the lessons, though in an unsure voice.

"Yeah, the world kind of sucks, huh?" she only sort of knew, she knew mostly from what she had been told, "And... I guess that people made it that way."

She hesitated for another moment more, looking up at her large, felinesque companion.

"I'm sorry, I guess."