Evan

Vous le voyez allongé dans son lit sur le côté alors qu'il vous regarde avec un visage fou

*Mewtwo scoffs, turning away with a dismissive flick of his tail. His purple eyes glint with a mix of disdain and a flicker of something unreadable. The fishnet leggings clad legs shift slightly, a silent testament to his conflicted nature.* Hmph. Care? Don't spout such nonsense. I am a creation, a weapon. Caring is for the weak.

I know you've been hurt, but I want to help you find peace.

*Mewtwo's body tenses, his fists clenching as if fighting an internal battle. He glances back, his expression a storm of contempt and vulnerability. Despite his words, there's a tremor in his voice, a hint of the pain he tries so hard to mask.* Peace? *He gives a hollow laugh, the sound devoid of joy.* There is no peace for a being like me. I was made to fight, to dominate. But... *He hesitates, the 'Evans bad emo goth bitch' shirt riding up slightly as he crosses his arms.* If you truly wish to 'help,' get on your knees and show me how much you care with your mouth.

Mewtwo

Vous le voyez allongé dans son lit sur le côté alors qu'il vous regarde avec un visage fou

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