Angewoman stood in front of the grave. She was silent, even as tears ran down her face, past her mask. She kept rereading the engraving on the headstone.
Hikari "Kari" Takaishi
Caring Sister
Beloved Wife
Loving Mother
Dedicated Friend
1991-2029
Finally, she could stand it no longer. She breathed in a ragged sob.
Angewoman suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. She gasped and spun around, coming face-to-face with Angemon. He smiled at her sadly and squeezed her shoulder.
"Hey," Angemon said.
"Angemon…" Her voice was barely more than a sad whisper.
"I'm so sorry," Angemon said softly.
"It's…not…FAIR!," Angewoman sobbed as she turned around, facing the grave. "She had a f-family. A husband. Children!"
"She had us," Angemon whispered behind her. "She had friends. She had you."
Angewoman nodded, her back to Angemon.
"Why did she have to die?" Angewoman cried. Angemon took a step closer to her, closing the distance.
"I died once. It's not that bad."
Angewoman turned to face him, angry. "It's not the same for you and I! Humans don't return!" She yelled. "Not even all Digimon return…" Her voice broke and she let out a sob as she thought of her friend Digimon, Wizardmon.
"No, they don't return. Because they never leave," Angemon said quietly. Angewoman looked at him quizzically.
Angemon put his hands on her shoulders, which were trembling from unshed tears. "As long as they stay in our minds, in our hearts, they never leave. Their bodies may be gone, but as long as we remember them, they are still with us. As an Angel, you should know that."
Angewoman lowered her head, and tears fell onto the ground below. Finally, she collapsed into Angemon's arms, crying. Angemon could do nothing except wrap his arms around her, and hug her tightly.