Jade@Kieron: So, humans created you to work for them, huh? Typical. They never learn, always trying to play god. The fact that you haven’t left them yet, the way I see it, it’s either because you can’t leave or you don’t want to leave. Is that it?
“Yeah pretty much. Contrary to what you think this armor isn’t without its drawbacks.” The dislike of humans(?) could be something Kieron could use. If he could convince this oddly colored mew, then maybe it could help him escape. “You could say I was born premature due to humans wanting their new weapon now.”
“So they took the lemons of my physical defects and turned me into a support tank and used me to test this new experimental armor. Said armor was a super prototype that allows the host to regenerate certain bits of damage. There was just one problem. The armor was made out of an experimental nanites that would permanently seal wounds closed and take over functions of damaged organs.”
Kieron stepped closer to the mew. “In other words: I can’t take this damn thing off. Due to their combat missions that they sent me on, I don’t even have the pleasure of taking the suit off. So now I get handed off to this company and now they treat me like a prisoner.”
“That’s a nice story. Shame you missed a few key parts.” From behind him, Leigh walked forward. “For one thing you forgot to add the part of why you were ‘treated like a prisoner’. Did you mention to her about the fact that you killed the people who created you and the other mewtwos that were created in a bombing you carried out, during which a piece a shrapnel punctured your lungs and technically killed you.”
As the woman talked he instinctively slid his hand towards the right side of his chest. “So you being stuck in that armor is your own fault. Or how about how you skip over your first action not 12 hours in our company, you took a group of employees hostage and tried to barter for your escape.” Silence followed. Kieron could not show emotion due to the helmet not showing expression, but he never broke eye contact with the woman. “If I catch you talking to civilians about your past in a way that makes you look like a victim, I will have you thrown into custody. Because I am getting sick of you thinking the world owes you for what has happened to you.”
Knowing he had lost, he just walked off, not even addressing the black mew. For a brief moment Leigh glanced at the black mew and with icy cold eyes she gave this warning. “Listen. I have no idea of your origins or what you can do, but you can go on the good faith you aren’t doing anything. Do not talk to him again. He is considered a dangerous criminal and would be dangerous if he was loose.”
