Wimps, cowards, two- faced... Those are the names we are called every single day. Our real names are forgotten, replaced with those. We didn't do anything, though. We didn't kill, we didn't hurt, we didn't inflict pain. So why...?

Just because we didn't pick a side. We didn't want to be evil or good. We didn't want to enjoy killing or be a hero. We wanted to be neutral, that's all.

We didn't want to be involved in their fighting. So we just stayed on the sidelines, watching. Maybe we are cowards. Maybe we are wimps and two-faced.

We each had our reason for not picking sides.

Akira: His partner was almost killed, since then he didn't want violence.

Alex: She was almost killed by the crossfire of two digimon, one good and the other bad. Now she doesn't want to side with either good or bad.

Haruto: He just doesn't want to help or even be here.

Me: I wasn't even meant to be here. It was an accident, I am an accident.

For some reason, they were picked to stop the war. We each got a crest and a Digivice.

We were supposed to be heroes, saviors. But we refused. They just picked our destiny and we didn't even get a second glance. Now everyone hates us for that.

Before we were chosen to stop the war, we had digimon. They're our beloved friends, our trusty partners, our quiet listeners.

Because of us, they are hated and in constant danger. Everyday we wonder if we should just give up and pick sides, face the facts that there is only white and black, no gray.

But being gray... It's who we are. We just can't pick like that, when each side, each digimon in the war, has its own story.

And each story isn't more heroic or better than the last. If a digimon died by being abused by it's partner, or if another one died after vanquishing an evil digimon and saving the day; each one will have heartbreak, love, betrayal, hope, life.

We're all the same. Us cowards, we can only see it. Maybe, just maybe, they will see it one day, too. Instead of picking a side, we'll guide. Guide them to something better. A better future.