Amy was curled up in a little ball next to Myotismon, sucking her thumb. He picked her up and placed her in his lap, wrapping her up in his cape. What had led to this? He wondered. One minute I'm having breakfast in the castle and the next I'm running for my life with a human! He gave a deep sigh and looked around the cave they had taken shelter in. Stalactites formed on the ceiling dripping cold mineral filled water to the cave floor. The rain had started up, marking a sad day for the Ultimate level Digimon and his human companion.

It's been a few hours since they left the castle this morning, and Myotismon was starting to get a bit hungry. He knew she would be getting hungry too. But if he left her to search for food, he might lose her, or she might get attacked. Why is he so concerned about her though? He should have just left her at the castle and let Mephistomon kill her! By god he really was turning into a digipet… this had to be just a dream… but how could he have dreamed up 6 whole years of raising a human girl? Was he in a coma? He must be. All of this was wrong. Oh so wrong.

Amy began to stir from her nap and snuggled into his chest. He was starting to feel the cold and the longer things went on, the more he realized this wasn't a dream. He shivered, wishing he could make a fire and warm them up.

"Myotismon are you ok?' Amy asked looking up at him with a worried expression.

"Y-y-yeah. J-just c-c-cold…" he said, his teeth beginning to chatter. The exhaustion was beginning to set into his bones and he wished he could sleep in his round bed with its red silk sheets. But the castle was destroyed by Mephistomon, and even if his bed was still intact, he couldn't go back.

It was all Amy's fault. She was…

No. He shouldn't be blaming her. She's just a kid. It was his fault for taking her into his home in the first place. He couldn't blame something innocent. Then she wouldn't be innocent anymore. He gave a shuddering sigh and Amy hugged him, wrapping them both in his cape. It was thin and next to useless, but the young human's body heat helped him warm up a bit more. He still shivered, but it wasn't as intense as before.

"Myotismon?"

"Yes Am-my?" He stuttered.

"Do you love me?"

"I… Um…" That came out of nowhere! He didn't want to hurt her feelings… but at the same time he didn't want to lie to her either. But why didn't he want to hurt her? He was becoming so soft so fast. He was terrified of his answer. He cared about her, but did that mean he loved her? "I… What is love?" He decided to ask instead.

"If you love someone you feel like you would do anything to keep them safe and happy. And you can't imagine life without them after a while of knowing them." She explained. Myotismon took a few seconds to think about it. All he could think about was keeping her safe. Keeping her happy was a close second, and his life before Amy was almost a complete blur...

"Yes. I love you." He said. The words felt foreign in his mouth. Love. It didn't feel right. It felt like something he shouldn't be saying. Something that was forbidden for a former Dark Lord.

Oh. That's right. He was a former Dark Lord. He was probably the first to betray them, and most certainly the first one to survive doing it. How long had he been one? Years? He felt like it was many years. Too many.

God he was tired… He closed his eyes, feeling himself slip into oblivion. He vaguely remembered a voice shouting his name in shock and then… nothing.