mylifeasateenagecyborg:
“….”
Where did this guy come from? Either way, Claus wasn’t really sure about anything anymore.
“If those strangers deserve it, then why not? I’m basically a killing machine anyways, I might as well do what I was created to do and get paid to do it.. if those strangers did something horrible, they should suffer for it..”
“Besides, this isn’t about me or my soul.”
Or is it?
Familiar words. Though Mewtwo had never once wanted to bow to the whims of his makers, it would be a lie to say that he hadn’t wanted everyone and everything to pay for his being born in the first place.
☾ Are you without free will?☽ He turns, regarding the child with a fierce--perhaps unintended--look. Mewtwo raises an arm; it glows with a luminescent light that sings with tangible energy.
☾ Look at me. What do you see.☽
The energy gathers into a weighted sphere in the palm of his hand. Without hesitation, there’s a flash and a car goes up in flames. ☾ The circumstances of your birth are irrelevant. It is what you decide to do with the gift of life that determines who you are.☽
