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They kept disappearing.
Her footsteps, his friends, his chief.
His chief.
He had known the man before he had met his parents.
He had known the man before he had met his partners, and that was just unheard of.
He had no memories of his time before the chief and until now that had never puzzled him.
His memories didn't keep disappearing. They were just gone. They were just non-existent.
Like the answers Sayo had to his questions. Or the ones she wanted to give anyway.
He knew rabbits were always tricksters, like knights always fell from their posts. That was why Night Claws followed a dark knight and why Sayo was always fleet-footed and everything sinful about the shadows.
What if she was evil, after all?
What if that thing that screamed about ripping her apart was right to do it?
What if he was insane?
Considering his NaviDigimon was cowering from him in the next room, that was likely, at least.
His chief had the answers. But he wasn't here.
Glare was missing, maybe dead.
If he's dead then I have no one left to lose but my friends.
For some reason, this made him laugh.