Hikari taught me a trick.
I let out a scream as the Bloody Stream whipped across my back, crashed against the Holy Ring around my neck… I was thrown across the room by the force and slammed into the wall. Not too hard. I wasn't knocked out—that was what I wanted.
She said that my nightmares are just like any other thought: I have to change them, change my mind and think something new.
"Your eyes…"
"AIR SHOT!"
"Well, what do you think of our eyes, huh? They're just like hers!" Piyomon called angrily. "Magical FIRE!"
"Mine are green," Gomamon remarked. "Except for that, though, they're pretty much the same."
I have to replace everything old with everything new. Forget Vamdemon, even Wizarmon—I have Agumon and Patamon and Piyomon, and even Gomamon now.
"Mine are red—Gomamon, aren't you going to attack?"
Gomamon suddenly looked dejected. "Since when has my attack done anything?"
"Ah." Gabumon nodded. "Petit Fire!"
"Baby Flame!" Agumon ran up to me, pulled me up to my paws, before turning back to the others. "Go, Palmon!"
"Poison Ivy!" She caught Vamdemon cold. "I have purple eyes," she offered. "Or green. I guess."
"I have green, soulless, dead, compound eyes. Petit Thunder!"
There's nothing left from back then, just my memories.
"One more shot… ready, Tailmon?" Agumon grinned.
And suddenly I am.
"Neko PUNCH!"