It always has before.

"As I've said, we don't have any history of how pokemon were handled on the dead world.  Other than that we tried to save some of them while preparing our ships, and they wound up dying out anyway for reasons we don't understand.

"If you stay out here, I'd expect you to eventually be found anyway since this is a terrible place to hide long-term.  That, or the scientists will catch you and lock you up again, since they've already proven able to do that.  

"If you go to the police, I'd expect them to look into it.  Society has a lot of flaws, but people knowing where you are and being willing to look into it if you vanish is one of the things that doesn't suck about it.  The church will be obnoxious, and a lot of people will be clamoring to serve you and ask for advice and declare you some kind of religious miracle.  Even more so than normal legendaries like me.  I don't expect anyone would hurt you.  They're annoying and will try to take up your time and want you to do things, but," they make a gesture indicating themself.  "You'll notice I'm not with the other legendaries."

...Legendaries? Is that like Mew, where people didn't know for sure if they existed and they're really powerful?

"Supposedly, on the dead world there were some pokemon that were unusually powerful, immortal, and the only ones of their species.  Mewtwo, Mew, and Suicune were among them.  About 70 species in total.  Only about 1 in 100,000 daemons gets one of their shapes.  We are stronger than normal daemons, though not by as much as the church claims the pokemon legendaries were.  I don't know if that's a real difference or the church is just exaggerating things as usual.  There's 10 legendaries on the fleet, including me.  12, now, counting you."

People knew about me? 

"They knew of a Mewtwo.  You don't know about daemons or the dying of our world, so you probably aren't the one we knew.  Maybe every universe or planet comes with one of each legendary?"

But people made me. On purpose. They were trying to clone Mew out of an ancient eyelash or something and they got me. 

"Our creation myths do tend to connect Mew and Mewtwo.  All of them, at least the ones I read, assume the legendaries were created at the start of the world," they say, considering, then they begin to quote the currently-dominant one.  It isn't hard, considering that they'd been dragged to church every week in the three years between settling and turning 18 and finally being able to refuse.  "The explanation most people around here believe goes 'And Arceus next created the legendaries, to aid in the creation and governing of the new world,'" they recite, tone indicating both that they are quoting something and don't much care for it.  "Various other legendaries are listed, then 'And Mew was created, and brought much happiness and joy into the world, and Arceus was glad.  To double the joy that the world would contain, they created a second one.  Yet, such things are intended to be unique, and there was a divide, for how can a world be truly joyful if not for the wonders of variety?  Therefore, the second Mew became Mewtwo, bringing their own form of uniqueness into the world.'"

"That doesn't explain how you wound up being created by humans.  Then again, we also don't know how where you came from had strange daemonless humans, or paras, or Mew."

It would be weird if there was a Mewtwo that wasn't a clone of Mew created by humans who wanted power...but okay. We can talk to the police. 

They nod.  It's not going to be especially pleasant for them, either.  "The closest path down is that way," they gesture.  

The human half of Verity-and-Araeneve has been standing back and staying out of the conversation.  She doesn't get on Araeneve's back as they slowly start walking, remembering that Mewtwo had taken issue with it earlier.  As they move, it becomes much clearer that they are one person in two bodies.  They don't walk in lockstep, but their motions do match in subtle ways.

Mewtwo follows Araeneve, careful to stay on the other side of them from Verity. 

Mew finally exits Mewtwo's grasp and starts darting around, getting a better look at their environs as they move. 

The orchard continues onward for a short time, the boughs of the trees covered in unripe fruit.  Each tree is the same size, and in precise rows to either side of the wide path.  Other parallel paths are visible to either side.  There's no underbrush to obscure the pathways from each other, only the trunks of trees and some patches of grass.  Above, the not-sky of the ship is visible through gaps in the branches, bright and mostly green.  This is not a park meant to be pretty, but a farming area meant to create food.

As they approach one of the sets of giant spokes holding the lights centered, the orchard ends in a wall.  The door in it is sturdy metal, with sensors to let it shut automatically if the air pressure on either side drops too low.  It's currently open, leading to a short room with another identical door only a few meters away.  Beyond that is more farmland.  A pair of ramps go downward to both the left and right within the room between.  

"This will go down to Sapphire Hall," Araeneve mentions, though the sign on the wall also says that.  "The neighborhood where I live.  They have a police station in the center."

Will there be lots of people there?

"There shouldn't be too many at this time of day.  Some in the Hall on the way over, which might ask questions but I can tell them we're in a hurry.  A few more at the station, and they'll probably have us talk to two or three at most."

Okay. 

Do those numbers count daemons separately or together? Mew asks. 

"Together.  So, two or four or maybe six physical bodies."

The ramp goes down for four high-ceilinged stories, turning around a few times as it does so.  There's no elevator here, being a somewhat-discouraged path if not explicitly forbidden.  No one else is using it.  The ramp goes down further, but they stop at a door a few switchbacks down.  

As they go on, Mew's darting circles around the group grow wider. 

At one point, she attempts to look at something on the ceiling, only for both her and Mewtwo to flinch in pain and Mew dives back down to the other Legendary. 

"Is everything okay?" Araeneve asks, watching them while Verity opens the large and heavy door.

I think so? I don't know what just happened.

"Hmm.  Let me know if it keeps happening."

The door opens on a very long wide hallway that's more like an indoor road, starting at the wall they came out of and going for a full kilometer before stopping at another wall.  The entire room is three high-ceilinged stories tall, and they are on the third-floor balcony which looks down on the rest.  Unlike the bare lab or ramp side-passage, there was some care in making this place look nice.  The wide balconies are tiled in multiple varieties of stone to make intricate patterns, and the walls are painted in shades of blue in horizontal stripes.  Windows and doors are set into the walls on all sides, looking like houses.  White planter boxes line the edges of the balconies and the walls, thigh-high to a human, growing lush green plants and trailing flowering vines.  Occasional bridges go across from one side of the hall to the other, trailing both flowers and blue silk banners.  The ceiling has a large row of lights in the center and a mirrored surface that makes the room look twice as tall.  Below, the first floor has an artificial river running down the center, and patches of trees can be seen in the distance.

A few humans are visible on the same balcony as them, each with their daemons.  The first floor is more populated.  No one is currently looking at them, being occupied with their phones or talking amongst themselves.  There's a general sense of unease, though not enough to stop most people from continuing their usual routines.  

Mewtwo arranges to be on the other side of Araeneve from the nearest human at all times. 

Verity and Araeneve attract some attention on their own.  Some people on the opposite wall from them take notice.  A starly gets a closer look by flying to the edge of her range and hovering for a moment before returning, but no one goes out their way to approach them.  They pass a man with a long beard and an electrike, who stare and bow as they pass.  He looks confused, and once they've passed begins frantically searching through his phone for news on legendary settling.

Mewtwo cringes back when the man bows. 

What was that? she asks Araeneve. 

"What was what?"

He, uh, did something, at me? I don't--know things about humans mostly.