[He doesn't even flinch when he hears Mewtwo's voice ring in his head. It doesn't resonate against anything; there's quiet where there used to be an echo.
Warily watching the window, he starts to edge away just a little, just in case. It won't matter, he knows; Mewtwo's like him. If the alien monster wants him dead, he'll die. It's already too late...]
...why...?
[His voice was always gentle sounding, too soft and young for the words he twists it for, but now there's no edge to it. No madness, or bitter arrogance, or anger rippling under the surface. He sounds younger than his age, right then.]
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Warily watching the window, he starts to edge away just a little, just in case. It won't matter, he knows; Mewtwo's like him. If the alien monster wants him dead, he'll die. It's already too late...]
...why...?
[His voice was always gentle sounding, too soft and young for the words he twists it for, but now there's no edge to it. No madness, or bitter arrogance, or anger rippling under the surface. He sounds younger than his age, right then.]