And that was it, the moment that they needed. As Mewtwo slumped, indecision weighing heavily upon its shoulders, the stones that Lenna and Orihime held responded, bathing the area around them in warm, gentle light. They pulsed faintly like a heart beat, resonating with something nearby. Mewtwo.

Taking to the skies, the Origin pokemon hovered over them, not quite near but not quite far from them. Still they could hear its voice; “Now, pour your hearts into the stones. Hurry!”