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Mewtwo took the rock and tilted his head. It did look like him a little. Maybe he would keep it somewhere. Rocks were nice. Toast growled again. Zinc sighed. "I'm so glad you're able to get along with people," she said, smiling at Mewtwo. "And thank you for visiting, Nate, Rocky."

Soda waved back, returning to his mozzarella sticks. Wheat didn't move as usual, but Soda didn't mind. Overall, Soda was left in higher spirits by the end of it, a sense of purpose quietly kindling itself in his mind.

That was confusing. Mewtwo preferred it when he could just kill people. But if he was going to do things on his own, maybe killing people wouldn't work in the long term. Maybe he had to be more like that tiny Salamence. Mewtwo eyed Rocky, raising a hand. "No, no no, let's not do any killing...

Soda waved idly. "I'm tired," he muttered, but gave Dave a reassuring nod. "And... yeah, fuck it. Thanks. I think... I'm gonna go and talk with Maple and everyone else, say I'm alright to go and see if they agree and whatever. After that... I'm gonna start looking at community service and...

Mewtwo tilted his head, pondering this. So, it was bad to do things that were permanent to others, if they didn't want it. And people usually didn't want to die. Was it okay if he only killed them temporarily? He wasn't sure if that was possible, but he could figure out a way to do that, if he...

Mewtwo thought about that. That was true. It was because that's what Zinc said. And others who visited. It was also something the red-hat Charizard said. Mewtwo gazed at Nate again. Was Nate afraid of him? Mewtwo probably could try to kill Nate. But Nate was better if he was alive. He wanted...

Mewtwo considered this, tilting his head down in thought. Toast made growling noises again. Mewtwo looked at Nate, then Rocky. Mewtwo wondered, does killing things make him happy? Does being powerful make him happy? His old master thought that taking things away would make him happier. Was that...

"Tch... Nothing big." Soda glanced at the wall to clear his thoughts. "I'm gonna stick around on Cibus. Help with restoration. If they'll let me. Maybe... I dunno, maybe by then I'll feel like I made up for it a little." He sighed, arms crossed. "...Yeah... Maybe that'll be my life. I'm old...

"Tch..." Soda glanced away at that. "Yeah, yeah..." Finally, he took one of the sticks. In some of that silence, during which he downed two of them, he took a long, steady breath before saying, "I think I need to make up for it."

Mewtwo wasn't sure. But something Nate said echoed. Decide for himself... He didn't know how to do that, or what that meant. How did people come to decisions on their own? Where did their decisions come from? Nothing? How did that happen? Mewtwo stared at Nate and there was a flash of curiosity...

Mewtwo placed it back and the star-shaped brand on his chest closed. He took the Pecha next and bit into it. Once again, his expression didn't change, but he seemed to appreciate it. Toast growled and made what might have been a whine. Mewtwo looked down and tore a piece of the Pecha, dropping...

Mewtwo blinked for what might have been the first time, then brought his hand toward his chest, at the center of that five-sided star. He reached inside and Zinc winced as it made an unsettling, deep sound. Then, he pulled something out that dripped with thick, dark fluid and pulsed...

"Oh, um..." Zinc fidgeted, like it was adjacent to something she wasn't supposed to talk about. "He's visiting. Mewtwo didn't really mind, so..." Toast rolled onto his back, presumably, and hissed at Nate, spewing ominous bread crumbs on the ground. They evaporated into nothing seconds later.

"Well, that's a little tricky," Zinc said. "Normally, we'd put someone under guardianship of a caretaker, but... he has nobody related to him by blood, and his former guardian was deemed, er... unfit. In fact, all things considered, the only person who applied for taking care of him was--oop...

"Well, we still want him under observation for one more day," Zinc said. "Not really for any psychological reasons... but health ones. It's a very... abnormal body, and we aren't really sure what to make of it aside from just observing for a while. Psychologically, well, he seems fine according...

Mewtwo opened the book to show a classic Cibus children's book. It seemed to be about a Bagon who got too close to Xerneas and accidentally became a Salamence too early, with cute illustrations on every page showing him learning how to fly and how to help his siblings do the same. It was called...

Mewtwo tilted his head again, looking... well, he was still expressionless. It was a little creepy. It seemed that Mewtwo felt fine. He wasn't interested in getting a new body because he didn't think there was much of a point in it. What else did he have to worry about? Toast growled again and...

Chapter 117 – The Shell No matter how many times Spice ran her claws along her chest, the stone did not go away. She’d wondered if it was all a hallucination all the way back to Kilo Village, a long trek that had taken the bulk of the day. It was evening, now, in one of Kilo Village’s...

Xernatus was in general responsive to a lot of Koa's approaches. By now, he trusted Koa more than anyone on Team Spectrum, and would defer to his judgement if it was safe to go someplace or not. Others have been more receptive to him as well, including Xerneas Deerling himself, though he was...

Mewtwo stared at Nate for every word spoken. Were they registering? Toast growled at Nate and circled protectively around Mewtwo, snapping at Nate if he made any attempt to get closer. Not that it mattered; Toast's bites, while painful, did not seem to do much more than bother. Nate and the...