9. Water
Let darkness rise up like a river. Let the ocean destroy all that is held dear and make the world clean again.
It was a message that made no sense at first, a message that was burning with the idea of the world falling to pieces most inelegantly and likely full of screaming. Then the answer swung and clicked itself into place.
Gennai was asking her to kill people. To kill digimon. To make conditions for Bakumon to exist again. So many would have to suffer for this one success. So many would die. Sure, they would likely all come back if this succeeded. But they would still die. Like their friends had died, like Bakumon had died.
Honestly, that should have been enough of a reason to say yes. The reboot would solve everything. None of it would have ever happened, ever existed, ever been necessary. They would have never been necessary to begin with. Then… then would she had ever met Bakumon in the first place?
Would they have mattered?
She ran to Daigo then, the thought of nothing mattering not even what she loved having. She called him up and met him at his house and let him just talk. Let him pull her up like a flailing child under the sea.
"Help me," she breathed into Daigo's ear, a prayer, a blessing, a failed hope really.
He couldn't help her make this decision. At most, he would help her forget.
That was exactly what she needed.
