A/N:Hello and welcome to the second part of Symphony. This is a parallel story to Cacophony, and in turn fills in the gaps that were in Cacophony. Not all of them are filled of course, but I think this story will be easier to grasp than Cacophony. It also goes farther, probably to the end of the game. Anyway, enjoy! Read and review please!

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A winter like a man down on his luck was where she had met Julia, her commander, her handler.

Humans called her a sister, of sorts.

Her handler, a young woman barely out of human childhood. A girl with a black dragon and dark eyes. She scooped a tiny body into his bulky arms without a word. Sayo clawed with black fingernails, nails that were somewhat human and weak. She was afraid, of course she was. Strangers, stranger human Tamers no less, they were something FARM-raised Digimon heard horrid rumors about. Until a few days ago, she had been a FARM Digimon, scan data become egg become hatched monster.

Now, she was a human, a small, nearly naked human.

Well, almost human. She doubted humans thought this clearly at the age she was at right now.

"You won't break BlackGuilmon's scales like that."

The girl with the black dragon, whose name she saw on the badge at her left arm, had a haughty voice like a rich human, like the humans who had hurt a friend named Andiramon once. Except BlackGuilmon had flexed his arms to have muscle shift beneath her fingernails and she knew that this girl was strong.

Sayo knew and thus went limp, like an opossum playing dead. Julia scoffed, tightening her purple ponytail.

"Just because you're a rabbit doesn't mean you have to cower like one."

She broke from her position and stuck out her tongue. "Just because you're a Tamer doesn't mean you have to lord like one."

"Careful bunny," the dragon breathed. "My Tamer has a temper."

"And you have your hands full," she muttered. "With me. And you know it."

Sayo doubted she could do anything herself, but if being dead didn't work, then being spunky did. Pretending always worked. Her Keeper had pretended... had lied... for her...

She was once a teardrop. Screw tears.

"I know who took him from you."

"Which one?" Her voice ached. She was too small to be speaking this old.

Julia laughed. The noise was pretty, if it wasn't for the fact that it was loud. "Take your pick."

"So what if you do?"

"Make of it what you will."

Sayo smiled, the expression of a teething child. "Is that a challenge?"

"Only if it is accepted."