The food had arrived and Quickie set it out on the table for people to just grab whatever, all the while talking to Sakura. "I take it this one didn't escape."
Trak shook her head. "Nope. He was dumped in the Pokemon Village, where I caught him."
Mewtwo listened for a moment, and then spoke up again. "...How long were you held captive, if I may ask?"
Twoey shrugged. "Too long. They did things to me, some stuff I've been trying to forget. But, it's not all bad. Check this out." He grabbed a magnet off the fridge and slapped it to his head where it stuck.
Mewtwo's eyes widened and he gaped in silence.
Trak walked over, reached up, and took the magnet off, replacing it on the fridge. "He has a magnet under the skin. I didn't want to upset you, and I was really hoping he wouldn't bring it up, but," she shrugged, "what's done is done."
"Yeah, that's not so bad, actually," Twoey nodded. "It's... the only thing I can really talk about." He fell silent and pulled up a seat. "Sorry. It's just... meeting you is something I never thought would happen. I thought I was the only one, and then I find out that I have a cousin! It's surreal... to think that you're the only one of your kind... to think that there is no one like you anywhere; no one who can really understand you, know how you feel about being a copy. But, now I met you and," he sniffed, "and I think I'm going to cry."
Mewtwo was silent as he allowed Twoey's words to sink in. As shocking as it was to find out that he was mass-produced in some quantity, it was also a massive relief to meet another clone; to meet someone who felt the exact same way about being a clone. Though, he had to count himself as lucky. He was able to escape.