[Mewtwo has found a stump to sit on and is waiting- well, perhaps not waiting as such. It's sitting, and seems to have been doing so for awhile, staring unblinking into the fire and shivering a bit when the wind picks up and cuts through its thin layer of hair.
It barely acknowledges him at first, so occupied with its staring, and then:]
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It barely acknowledges him at first, so occupied with its staring, and then:]
You do not intend to waste time, do you?