For a moment Quattro thought it was a trick of the light, but then he decided that one of the shades lurking near Mewtwo definitely had more distinctly green hair. Quattro frowned at it for a moment t before returning his attention to Mewtwo.
Streamlined seemed for a moment like a polite way of saying simpler, but Quattro also knew that for many things a simple and elegant solution was preferable to something more complex. He considered it for a moment, that the things he took for granted required focus and attention for others. What would it be like, to enter a battle that wasn't full of the pressure produced by people's emotions and intentions?
"I'm not an expert on the processes involved, but producing both ordinary brainwaves and psychowaves happens automatically, it's simply part of who we are. Although stronger Newtypes can focus, and increase their output, I've only met two people who could do that. For the rest of us, dangerous situations certainly increase the rest of our abilities, so I assume that's stronger as well. Louder, maybe? Or perhaps more obvious is a better way to say it."
He started to reach out when Mewtwo sighed and looked down, but stopped himself, his hand only partly lifted. What was meant as comforting, and might be comforting to him, wouldn't necessarily be so well received. Particularly after the earlier wary display.
"It sounds like the places we're from aren't that different after all. There are laws meant to protect people, but that hasn't stopped the creation of labs where they experiment on people to make artificial Newtypes- not just to copy but to try to surpass our abilities. And there will always be those who will decide to support those with ill intentions because it suits their own desires."
He wondered if it was truly as much of an exception as Mewtwo said, or if so many of the times those safeguards failed were brushed under the rug. But that wasn't his home, he had no reason to doubt Mewtwo, so he didn't voice those doubts, not that failing to voice them would keep them to himself. That thought did make him think about the way Mewtwo had spoken about expressions of psionic energy.
"The telepathy and telekinesis are obviously conscious effort, but..." Mewtwo hadn't known what happy hour was. Quattro had been amused at his own bad joke of calling their current situation 'unhappy hour'. "You don't just naturally pick up on the stray thoughtwaves people have around you, do you. And that thing you did when I approached... you weren't reading my intent, either."
Being open enough to read the enemy's intentions in battle improved with practice and effort, but it certainly wasn't something he had done consciously when he was younger.
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Streamlined seemed for a moment like a polite way of saying simpler, but Quattro also knew that for many things a simple and elegant solution was preferable to something more complex. He considered it for a moment, that the things he took for granted required focus and attention for others. What would it be like, to enter a battle that wasn't full of the pressure produced by people's emotions and intentions?
"I'm not an expert on the processes involved, but producing both ordinary brainwaves and psychowaves happens automatically, it's simply part of who we are. Although stronger Newtypes can focus, and increase their output, I've only met two people who could do that. For the rest of us, dangerous situations certainly increase the rest of our abilities, so I assume that's stronger as well. Louder, maybe? Or perhaps more obvious is a better way to say it."
He started to reach out when Mewtwo sighed and looked down, but stopped himself, his hand only partly lifted. What was meant as comforting, and might be comforting to him, wouldn't necessarily be so well received. Particularly after the earlier wary display.
"It sounds like the places we're from aren't that different after all. There are laws meant to protect people, but that hasn't stopped the creation of labs where they experiment on people to make artificial Newtypes- not just to copy but to try to surpass our abilities. And there will always be those who will decide to support those with ill intentions because it suits their own desires."
He wondered if it was truly as much of an exception as Mewtwo said, or if so many of the times those safeguards failed were brushed under the rug. But that wasn't his home, he had no reason to doubt Mewtwo, so he didn't voice those doubts, not that failing to voice them would keep them to himself. That thought did make him think about the way Mewtwo had spoken about expressions of psionic energy.
"The telepathy and telekinesis are obviously conscious effort, but..." Mewtwo hadn't known what happy hour was. Quattro had been amused at his own bad joke of calling their current situation 'unhappy hour'. "You don't just naturally pick up on the stray thoughtwaves people have around you, do you. And that thing you did when I approached... you weren't reading my intent, either."
Being open enough to read the enemy's intentions in battle improved with practice and effort, but it certainly wasn't something he had done consciously when he was younger.