Finding out Mewtwo hadn’t heard from Meowthtwo is like being hit in the gut repeatedly. But he barely has time to react to it, nor has time to think about it, as Mewtwo points out the obvious. Noticing his displeasure and tension and unease. He should’ve known better than to try and hide it. His ears fall back and press against the top of his head as the words sink in. He always hoped that, after leaving Mewtwo, he’d do fine. That he’d show the other that he could find a new home, new friends, be seen as normal. Yet he failed. Terribly so.
“I… did my best.” He replies with voice soft and ears continuing to remain back against his skull. “I found some other Pikachu, lots of them in groups and some by themselves, but…” He didn’t want to say he had been rejected by most. That many of them thought he ‘smelled odd’ or that his speech was odd. The ones who had been nice to him he grew to be fearful of. Scared of what they’d think if they got to know him better. “…It didn’t work out. I don’t fit in here.”
Despite the words he speaks he views the train of thought coming from Mewtwo as wrong. There had to be a place for them. But… maybe not him. The other clones got to finish the process, they hadn’t been interrupted, and he knew he was a flawed clone. That human had messed up the process. He can understand why; however, he wishes he hadn’t been created only to come out feeling incomplete. He always felt like the odd one out of the clones. Sure, others had odd markings, but he sounded nothing like a normal Pikachu. he also knows he’s the only clone to not fully finish the process. Just enough to ‘complete’ his body and some attributes; however, not enough to make him an exact match to his original.
“Meowthtwo is likely fine. They’ve always been sweet and nice and optimistic.” He truly wants to believe that Meowthtwo, who had always thrived for peace since its creation, was likely fine. Gaze would travel from the grass to look at the others face. Thoughts jumbling about in his head until he stands up on back feet. “And I believe we must have a place in this world. We just haven’t found it yet.” Optimism isn’t exactly his strong point. He’s not like his original copy nor Meowthtwo. He’s a lot more emotional in certain regards ( easier to anger ; easier to cry ; easier to view fighting as a thing to do until the death as losing isn’t an option ) and he knows it. “Even if our place is together, even if some of the other clones find happiness elsewhere, that still means we have a place. Right?”
Seeing his friend drop his ears, openly changing his pose to one of frustration and resignation, further intensified the unfamiliar sensation of remorese the psychic felt towards the electric mouse. Yet, these emotions remained hidden behind the cold, piercing eyes that were still directed at the small Pokémon in front of them. Not once they were averted, as the other finally told the truth, admitting to his failed attempts of fitting in and with every passing moment the doubt in Mewtwo's heart grew stronger. He could only guess what the Pikachu had gone through during all these years it had spent on its own, but ever since his very creation, the legendary had been facing similar struggles himself, questioning his very right to be alive, unable to accept his own place in this world.
And yet, he had never wished this bother upon the other copies. In his blindness, he had created them. And in his blindness he had left them to their own devices, forsaken them, foolishly hoping they'd find a way to live side by side with the 'normal' Pokémon. In the end, it felt as if he hadn't been able to do any better than the ones that had created him. Even though Pikatwo tried to convince Mewtwo that Meowthtwo was most likely doing alright and that they shouldn't worry too much, he knew the other clone wasn't as sure about this as he made it sound. However, he hoped for the electric type to be right. While he cared about each of the copies equally, it had been Pikatwo and Meowthtwo he had been able to connect to the most and therefore he couldn't avoid feeling especially worried about these two.
When Pikatwo suddenly rose to his hindlegs, breaking the vicious cycle of hopelessness that had casted its bleak spell on them, Mewtwo was surprised at the optimism the other was able to display all at once. His tail flickering in an hypnotizing motion, he listened to what the electric mouse had to say, before pondering its statement thoroughly. "You are right", he replied nodding slightly, after a moment of absolute quiet, "We are here, in this world, so there has to be a place for us. However, perhaps its best to look after the others too, to see how they are doing. Would you like to travel with me once more, Pikatwo?" Despite being nervous about what he'd be greeted with when visiting the other clones, he couldn't deny feeling a strange kind of anticipation about meeting them once again.
