[For a few moments, Mewtwo doesn't respond. He understands that this is an attempt to reach out to him and help, but he feels as though accepting it will just mean further acknowledging the situation. But the fact that Pittman is a floating...construct? of some sort momentarily distracts him; once he notices, he peeks out at him from between his fingers briefly before lowering his hands and straightening just a tad. He still looks like he's trying turn into a little ball, wrapping his arms around himself, but he's slightly more addressable now.]
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...No. This is not my body.