I walked down the starkly painted corridor, the only sound being the sound of my feet against the cold steel floor.

My power seemed to have returned. I let out a small smile. The nurse had been wrong; there wasn't anything wrong with me. I just needed to get up and out of that room. While it wasn't as plentiful as before, I could just shrug it off as a slow recovery.

I soon reached the office.

If my memory served me correctly, this was the room. I straightened my frame. While I knew that nothing I did could every unnerve the man who lay within, I knew that if I appeared in control, if I showed that I was immune to his words and his lies, I would stand a greater chance of dealing with the man himself, not his façade of deceptions.

I telekinetically shoved the doors open, my powers still weaker than I would've liked.

He was sitting at his desk, examining the contents of a thick white binder. Upon my entrance, his head jerked up and he snapped the binder shut.

He cleared the desk in front of him and put the folder face down next to him.

"Mewtwo. I did not think you'd be out of recovery so soon." He got up and indicated at one of the seats in front of the desk. "Do you want something to do drink?"

I glared at him, my expression not lightening, but I took a seat.

"No thank you." I said, replying to his offer. While the prospect of some alcohol to cleanse my head of the insanity that I had found myself ensnared in was enticing; I needed my head clear for what was to come.

"I have come to ask you something."

"And what is it that drives you out to see me when you've made it very clear you want nothing to do with me?" he inquired, a glass of whisky in his hand. "Do you believe that I have not held my side of the deal? You do not believe you are here of your own will." Upon seeing my nonplussed expression, he smirked. "You may have a way with the mind Mewtwo, but you are o so easy to predict."

I could feel my deformed hands ball up into fists at the sound of the smugness in his voice. Why was it that out of all the people I had killed, why did this one monster survive? He knew very well that I feared him. And I knew that no matter what I did, he'd just come back, acting as if he'd won.

He hadn't changed a bit since he had first approached me on new island.

"You..." he looked at me, indicating for me to continue. "You manipulated me. You knew that I'd be questioning myself if I had been caught. You knew that I'd be prepared to fight, not to think." I got up. All of a sudden, my mind seemed to be clear of the confusion that it had held earlier. "You don't understand what you've done." I said, leaning over his desk, rage making my voice quaver. "I'm Mewtwo. I am the world's most powerful Pokémon. I am not meant to fall. I am not meant to end up helpless in the hands of the one man I swore to never even look at. I don't know what pacts I may have made while under your influence, but I can tell for certain that they are dark ones, ones that we all will ultimately regret."

He sighed and put his drink down.

"Mewtwo, I understand that you are worried. That you feel like everything that you have ever know has been torn apart and is now crashing down around you. I…it's a terrible feeling I know, and it is a shame that you had to feel it." He looked at the binder next to him.

"I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't expect you to turn out like this. He But it's the sad, twisted irony of fate that rules your life, Mewtwo. You ran away because you thought it was the only way to preserve your humanity. But alas, irony has it that the thing you thought would save the human left in you only drove it away further, turning you into what you are."

"The original mind behind your creation didn't want you to be this. She…" he opened the binder and flipped through its pages, stopping only momentarily to read look at a page. "…she wanted you to be nothing but a mindless monster. I thought that something with intelligence would be better, that something that could think and plan would be more use to us than a dumb beast. I do not know if I was right. Maybe it would've been better if you couldn't think. You understand everything. You understand why everyone is trying to get you. You understand the true reason behind your creation. And it all hurts you, doesn't it?" I nodded, unable to say anything. Why was the man that was the mind behind my life trying to reason to me? Why was he acting like this? I frowned slightly, my brow furrowing as I tried to understand him.

"It hurts you. And I should've realised that earlier. That power has given a responsibility that no other being holds and a power no being should hold. And that life is one that would bring any mortal to its knees. It would drive any normal mind to insanity. It is a miracle that you have somehow survived this long. I don't want to control you Mewtwo. I don't want to use you like a weapon. Not anymore. I want to lighten that burden of yours. For as cliché as it may sound, we are more alike than you could possibly ever imagine." He sighed and looked away. "But I am beyond redemption in your eyes, aren't I?" there was silence for a moment, as each of us stood there, unsure of what to say.

Somehow, my mind went back to the dove.

He was saying that once upon a time, before I was even just a simple clone of mew, I could've been like that animal. That I could've been nothing more than a dumb beast, not caring about anything beyond the need to fight and to survive. That I could've been equal to the Pokémon that now shun me as an abomination of human creation.

That once, I could've been normal.

And that he was the only reason why I wasn't.

And now, he somehow wanted to make amend to what he'd done.

I looked at him, dumbfounded. After all he'd done, after what he'd put me though, a plea for forgiveness was the last thing I would've expected from him.

I shook my head, still trying to process what he'd meant.

"You can't be serious…you're making this up. You'd never want forgiveness from me, not after what you did." My gaze upon him resolved back into a cold, icy glare, devoid of all emotion but silently fuming rage.

"You're lying. My forgiveness would mean nothing to you. It would mean nothing coming from your Pokémon."

"If your forgiveness means nothing, why are you here, not locked away safely in a poke ball where I'd have utter control over you?"

I tried to think of a retort, but nothing came. I could not think of a way to answer him.

And in that single moment of helplessness, something changed. All of a sudden, I felt like that everything I had ever fought for had been rendered void, not because I had been caught, but because I have been wrong. All of a sudden, it seemed like I had been running away from my only hope of salvation, despite that all logic said that this man was a threat to me.

"You win." I said, finally breaking the silence, whatever moment of lucidness I'd had now gone.

"I…I didn't mean that as an attack against you mew-"

"You didn't defeat me" I let my gaze fall to the ground. "I surrender." I looked him in the eyes. "This freedom I've wanted…freedom is a lonely path Giovanni, and I don't want it anymore. I was nothing more than a desperate soul chasing fool's gold. I thought that anything would be better than what I had been though. I was wrong. Oh so foolishly wrong. For even as I fought you, my voice and will wavered with uncertainty." I sighed again, my energy suddenly gone. "Make me wear the armour again. I won't fight it. Not anymore. I'll be a Pokémon. I'll be a monster." He tilted his head, obviously confused by this sudden change of tone.

"There's something wrong." he murmured.

But even as it came from him, I still wouldn't believe it.