"I..."

He rubs the back of his neck with his good arm. He's not sure what answer to give. He knows that he can't do anything but be honest but the words aren't coming to him. However, it didn't matter after Mewtwo had continued to speak. He head looks to the ground as the hand behind his neck subconsciously moves to his arm and thus to the bandaged wound that was, arguably, the most painful during the draft.

"I dunno where to begin. Every time I think about it ... it hurts."