Curious (Orange, Mewtwo)

[Orange]

Even though the scenes had been disturbing for the young woman to watch, and she knew that the Latios had a valid point, Ali had never been one to back down. She reached up, pushing back a strand of hair from her face, before she decided to speak. When she did so, her voice was icy, cold, and soft.

"You are racist. You cannot judge anyone until you have seen what my kind are completely capable of. All you have seen is the bad, and because of that you have judged us as some sort of genocidal congregation of monsters. In fact... Espeon, would you mind--"

Before Ali could even finish that sentence, there was a loud crash, and the young woman whirled around. Her eyes widened when she saw Mewtwo, her beloved father, was levitating a statue in the air, and had used one of the corners to slice the flesh just above his left eye. It now bled freely, though the Pokemon kept it from getting on his suit.

"You know better than to ask Espeon."[/color] Mewtwo said, giving the young woman a look that said he knew what she was doing. The look of horror and concern fell from Ali's face, to become one of gentle surprise. She smiled, nodding.

"You're a mess, Daddy..." She murmured, walking over to him. She placed her hand on his shoulder, then turned back to Alex. "I want you to watch me. I want you to watch and see what I do, and then tell me that every single one of my race uses and abuses Pokemon."

With her hand on Mewtwo's shoulder, the woman stood on her tiptoes. Thanks to a little added help from her father's psychic abilities, she was able to touch her lips to the slice across his temple. Almost immediately the wound shimmered before beginning to close. The blood stopped dripping. Before too long, it was almost as if there had not been a wound at all. Only the blood on Ali's lips as she pulled away would have hinted that someone, somewhere, was bleeding.

Mewtwo handed her a handkerchief as he lowered her to the ground. She dabbed his lifeblood from her lips, then turned back to Alex. Her eyes were still hard and cold. "Ever since I was a teenager, I've been able to heal the Pokemon around me. I can't heal humans, now. It wasn't work that way. But Pokemon? Yes, I can heal and take care of them. And I didn't pay for this ability; I didn't work out some secret deal with the devil. I was born with this ability. My sister can understand Pokemon perfectly, without the added help from a psychic or a Poke'vice. She just...can."

Ali folded up the cloth square and handed it back to Mewtwo, who placed it into his pocket so the bloody part was not showing any longer. "Do you honestly think someone who is disgusted by Pokemon would be given such a gift? My kind... We care about the Pokemon. We live side-by-side with them. Most of us respect and love our partners. They're not our slaves. And it's about time you figured that out."

Espeon curled up at her mistress's feet, resting her head on Ali's foot. Her tail swished once, twice.

[Alex]

Alex just sighed. He felt as if the woman had just totally overlooked what he had just said. Although the talent she possessed to heal Pokemon was something he had never seen, he felt that this was stubbornness speaking on her part now. Because he had never said any of those things, and such rash generalized statements would be something he himself would be the first to condemn.

<I never did and never would make such brash and unrealistic comments,> he firmly stated. <No one species can ever be summed up in one context. There is always someone different, someone who goes against the mold. To say I thought that humans were a 'genocidal congregation of monsters' would be silly. And to say that I said 'every single one of your race uses and abuses Pokemon' is incredibly ignorant.>

<Whenever I spoke about you humans, it was always accompanied by the word 'typical' or 'average',> Alex commented. <These I will stand beside. I think the average civilian wouldn't help a homeless person? Yes, I stand by that. Do I think your average human mobser wouldn't give a shit about the children? Yes, I also stand by that.>

He floated a little closer to Alexandra. <Your talent? That is not something I can contest. But if such a thing was to prove humans were caring to Pokemon, you're blatantly wrong. It proves you are caring to your Pokemon. One person's virtue does not clear a whole sea of guilt.>

He changed back to his human form and walked all the way up to Alexandra, so that he was inches away. "You say that Pokemon are not slaves? You say that your kind cares?" he chuckled. "Let me put it this way, and let me emphasize that I say 'average' before you attempt to crucify me by false words: Do you honestly think the average Pokemon trainer would die for his or her Pokemon? Would he or she put themselves on the line for the benefit of their Pokemon? Do you truly believe that trainer would go through heaven and hell for their Pokemon?"

"If you honestly and truly do, you are a fool. Pokemon do this everyday, when put in battle and harms way, but you don't see the reverse. And that's what disproves your point, for if in such an intimate relationship that level of trust isn't even there, there is no equality. There is only dominant over submissive, alpha over omega, master over slave."