The sky was splashed with paint buckets of oranges, purples, yellows and reds. Mewtwo found himself distracted with the beautiful canvas. The smaller creature began to notice this because it often had to repeat its questions.

Why aren't you answering?

I am looking at something beautiful. I can't help but stare.

What are you looking at?

The sunset.

What's a sunset?

It's when the sun says farewell before it goes to sleep.

Mewtwo had that strange déjà vu feeling again, like someone had told him something similar before.

What does a sunset look like?

Why don't you open your eyes and see for yourself?

It didn't answer but Mewtwo could see it was trying to heed his advice. He had never thought of opening ones eyes a difficult task but he had to remind himself that this clone had its eyes shut for years. But it did try. After several minutes it succeeded in keeping its eyes open for longer than thirty seconds.

All the colors…they're so beautiful.

Mewtwo was glad the first thing this clone saw was such a glorious sunset.

They sat silently for some time. The clone kept its eyes open for as long as it could at a time before growing tired.

What's a name? The question popped out of the silence.

A name is what others call you.

Do you have one? What is it?

Yes. My name is Mewtwo.

What's mine?

That was a good question. The scientists had given him his name and he never knew any different. If this clone had been strong enough to wake up it would have been called Mewtwo.

I don't know. Mewtwo had to answer truthfully.

It leaned into him further. By the way it was relaxing its muscles Mewtwo could tell it was getting ready to sleep. I want you to give me one then.

Oh great. Bambi was the one who was good at giving names. Then again this was the same trainer who named her Exeggcute Scrambled. He thought about the name she wanted to give him. Zero. That actually wasn't bad in comparison. But this was a direct request. He couldn't wait to ask someone else's opinon.

A name. MewThree just sounded ridiculous. Mewtwo looked the creature over. What would best suit it? After a moment or two passed, his gaze fell to its tails. The end was wider and triangular. But near the end the skin dented inward on each side of both tails. He looked at it and his imagination made him think the shadow looked like an eye and the tail a head. But his imagination didn't stop there. Two tails, each looking like a head with eyes. Two heads one body. It looked like the head of…a dragon.

That was it. His reasoning was a little thin but he liked it.

"Hydra. I will call you Hydra."