Author's Note: Yes, I just can't help myself with my Star Wars references. :D

I'm sorry the polls are closed. :( However, I have started a sort of sequel to this story which I haven't gotten too far into. If people are interested, I might could do some sort of poll on my site, and/or have readers email suggestions (either for the story or the poll). When the time comes, I guess we'll decide.

Misty exchanged a helpless look with Brock. There had to be something they could do to help their newly resurrected friend and the Mews to convince the modified clone of the error of his ways.

Biting her lip, she walked up to Mewtwo, who stared at her with cold, purple eyes. "Mewtwo, you don't want to be evil."

How do you know what I do and do not want to do? Mewtwo hissed Psychically, annoyed that a little girl thought she could read his mind.

"Doing bad things won't help you in life," Brock spoke up. "It merely shows your anger and frustration."

What's better than anger? Love? the Psychic cat sneered.

"As a matter of fact..." Misty narrowed her eyes.

Oh, please, I've had more than enough of your foolish, idealistic fantasies.

Have you ever loved before? Ash asked, staring the clone in the eyes.

Mewtwo glanced down at the floor, not replying.

Mewsie floated closer, "Can't you twy to wuv?"

Mewtwo clenched his paws, about to send a kinetic ball at the Mew, but stopped when he saw the pathetically cute, mournful look on Mewsie's face. Why can't you all just leave me alone? Mewtwo's angered question was almost a plea.

Because we care, Lelia told him quietly.

Love is a concept I do not truly know myself, Devon admitted. But I know that the path I have been taking is not the right one. I am going to go into the depths of a forest, away from all Pokémon and humans to find my inner peace and meditate. Perhaps I shall find my true calling. I encourage you to join me.

To join you in tree-worshiping? Mewtwo seemed skeptical.

Devon slitted his eyes, You know that is not what I said.

What if I seemed interested in doing so? Would you send a band of Legendaries after me, to catch me unaware?

Devon took a breath. Mewtwo. If you leave to find your inner peace you will not have to socialize with anyone, even me if you'd like. Leave them alone, and they shall leave you alone. Try to hurt them, and they will try to do the same to you, or at least prevent you from hurting anyone.

Mewtwo glanced between Devon and Giovanni, the latter of which who was striding forward and looking very annoyed at Brock and Misty.

"These fools don't know what they're talking about," he insisted. Giovanni hadn't heard most of the conversation, but he could see the doubt sprinkling Mewtwo's eyes, and wasn't pleased.

And you do? Mewtwo smirked.

"I haven't survived as long as I have in my profession on ignorance."

"Could've fooled me," Misty muttered, earning a sharp glare from the head of Team Rocket.

Father, Ash stared at him unwaveringly. Where will remaining a criminal leader get you in life? You will have to forever watch your back, always have to look out in case the authorities are on your tail. Never will you know any good emotions. Only greed.

Jessie and James had walked up, neither noticing that their hands were intertwined. The latter sniffled, "It's not fun to watch out for the cops. Trust us, we know!"

Father. Come home, to me...and to mom.

No one noticed the lump in Giovanni's throat as he stared into his son's eyes.

Lugia sent a private, Psychic message to Mewtwo. You must let go of your hate.

Almost sadly, the Psychic cat returned, My hatred is all I have.

Then you have nothing.

Animosity is not always bad.

Lugia disagreed, It never holds any good. I do not hate my enemies, for they might someday be my friends, or even just my allies.

Mewtwo gave a mental snort, Enemies are not meant to be allies.

Sometimes two opponents give up their quibbling for a greater cause, or because they know that their fights have become endless and pointless.

You're expecting me to surrender? Mewtwo laughed bitterly.

I'm asking you to accept a truce, Lugia told him.

Afraid that you'll lose? Mewtwo raised a mental eyebrow.

Yes, Lugia told him solemnly, ignoring the triumphant feeling radiating from Mewtwo. I'm afraid that I will lose someone who could help the world: you.

The clone hadn't expected that, and mulled over it quietly.