The crests of courage, friendship, hope, knowledge, sincerity and reliability. The other's crests fitted them so well, but not hers, not Sora's. They didn't even know truly know her, they didn't truly care – She was a nuisance, an annoyance, to be put up with.
They all had their own 'role' to play within the group, be it the driving force, the 'glue' that kept them together or even the child-like 'wonder', and what was she? The freak, the 'broken' destined who could barely love another yet alone be loved in return – Who on earth would think that she was the embodiment of all things love? She was nothing, she was nobody…
She would never make the crest grow. Not once, not ever.
Shunned by an over-bearing mother, never allowed to play football, the only thing that made her happy, the only thing that she cared about, the only thing that truly mattered to her, but forced to grow flowers for her mother, the only thing 'fitting' a girl her age, the only thing which would make her mother happy. The day that her football team lost 6-3 it was all her fault, she was meant to have been there, meant to have been taking part, not standing in the sidelines – If only she had been there for them…
And now with Biyomon seemingly dying from DemiDevimon's Demi Dart, the only being she ever loved outside of some familial 'obligation', her one true friend, the only chance the Digidestined had at defeating Myotismon and it was dying, it was all her fault, everything that was going wrong and it was .fault.