Mewtwo was ecstatic that the clone was still alive after all these years. But he was still facing a problem. How to get it out of the holding tank? He didn't dare break the glass for fear he might hurt it. Teleporting appeared to be the best way. But a slight complication was still at hand. Mewtwo had never tried teleporting something that he wasn't touching. Well, better late than never to try.
But new worries ceased to arise. What if teleporting without touch wouldn't work? What if this clones body was weak after not supporting weight for so many years? Could doing anything damage it?
He would try. It had to work.
He had promised to get it out of the dark place and he intended to be true to his word.
Mewtwo stood back. It would work.
Get ready.
Ready for what? What's going to happen?
I'm going to get you out of that dark place.
The clone didn't answer. Then…
Ok.
Mewtwo held out both hands. Both his hands and his eyes glowed a bright blue. The clones body began to glow as well.
What's happening? What's going on!
Relax. Mewtwo thought in no more than a whisper. He closed his eyes and imagined the clone disappearing from the holding tank and reappearing close to his body.
Mewtwo knew he shouldn't have doubted himself. After all, there were only a few things he'd found that he wasn't able to do, one of them being to make Crystal shut up without knocking him out.
He sat on the cliff side of New Island with his legs over the side and the new clone sat next to him, lying against him like a young human child with its head on his shoulder. Its breathing was steady but it still hadn't opened its eyes.
Where am I now? Everything feels so different.
You're outside. Never again will you go back to that dark place. No kidding. Mewtwo destroyed that lab after they surfaced.
A breeze picked up and engulfed them. The clone shivered.
What's that?
That's called wind.
Wind?
Mewtwo shivered as well. Not because of the breeze but because of a severe feeling of déjà vu.
Speaking telepathically seemed to be easiest for the clone. They sat for over an hour, it asked simple questions the whole time. Mewtwo wondered how the flood of questions would escalate once it would actually see the world instead of hearing and feeling. He then began to wonder how things would have been different for him if he had had someone to walk him through the beginning. He had been thrown into the world with a burden of confusion and hate. How would things have differed if he'd had a teacher and a friend? Although it was too late to change anything for him, Mewtwo promised himself he would help this clone have a better start in any way he could.
I hear something.
It tried to describe the sound. Mewtwo felt himself smile as he realized what it was talking about.
That's my heartbeat you're hearing.
The frail creature snuggled closer so it could hear better. I like the sound.
Mewtwo had no idea how to respond to that.
