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Mewtwo listened to her descriptions carefully, although they provided little useful pieces of information, just as she had tried to tell him before. Bubbles, orange, a desk… he had seen a place similiar to this with his own eyes. These images still haunted him in his dreams from time to time and as much as he hated to think of them and everything they stood for, he could never quite forget about them. And yet, it was simply impossible for this lab to be the same as the one he had been created in. This one, his place of “birth”, was no more, long gone, remaining nothing but a piece of unknown history. But then, who else could be behind all of this? Who else could have an interest in repeating this experiment?
With such pressuring questions on his mind, his attention for the human and its injury fell short as he halfheartedly listened to her explanation. Sure, he had asked her for it, but it had been in hopes to gain more clues that would help him with finding these scientists. He generally didn’t understand the concept of chitchat, nor did he feel a need to ever participate in it. Sadly though all of this effort had proven to be nothing more but another dead end. So in the end, there was only one option left, one he actually deeply hated.
“While I cannot help you with your hand, human”, he finally answered her through telepathy, “I have decided to stay with you until that other .. ‘Mewtwo’ … reveals itself once more.” That was more than she deserved but for the time being it was his best bet to actually see if what she was speaking was the truth. His eyes narrowed menacingly though as he added harshly “Do not dare think however that I will fight for you or be one of your Pokémon.”
“S’alright, don’t worry about my hand. Cheri juice burns generally have to heal on their own, provided I put burn salve on it in the morning.”
Rebecca carefully rewrapped her hand and looked surprised at that last part.
“I actually wasn’t going to ask that. What I was going to ask is if you prefer a normal bed or a futon. I’m a retired trainer actually. I only battle when I’m called in. And the balls I carry are backups for my team, just in case theirs are broken.”
She then looked thoughtful, wincing just slightly as she put her bandaged hand over her mouth to think.
“I can do research as to possible locations the little one could have teleported back to. Wherever they are, the electricity and water usage has got to be through the roof.”
“If you’d like, I can find the records and you can check them for anything unusual or familiar.”
Mmm.
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