#rexangelus

He had another session and some of the questions he had been asked and some of the topics still roiled in his mind.

One question had been about his anger, he had been asked if he felt like his wrath was compensating for something emotionally. Since he was always so defensive, that anger, at least according to the therapist, came to be like a set of armor and a veil for him to hide in. He was so busy protecting himself with an armor of thorns that it could be difficult to let others in.

Bellum had to think about that, because he honestly wasn’t sure.

He was so deep in his own mind as he walked and considered things. That he didn’t notice that he was being watched. Watched by someone that had no good intentions to have nor give towards himself, or those he knew.

"I highly doubt they'll ever mature beyond that hubris, really."

          Amethysts shifted and observed the shiny Mewtwo, warily. Guard up and physique presenting her usual stiffness, the very ENERGY other experiment now radiated would inwardly perturb Psyche to no end. Still more feminine Pokemon would respond seemingly unfazed like always, because from her experience conveying such emotions could easily be taken advantage of. 

“Hi there, handsome. You the original I was based off of~?” Zero shame in this one.    

He already has a bad feeling about this one, despite detecting that the aura and energy was similar to himself and Psyche.

The chimera simply sat still, allowing the strange to pat the top of his head, tilted to one side in confusion. Keep being him? What else could he be?

Xaallo dances back far, far from the mewtwo, thinking it was him. But again, the smell was different. In fact, it was different from the one just moments ago as well. Stars, were there three of these things?