A/N: All right, interlude time! Here we go!
3.5-1
Gennai flies, making sure not to look down. He could not look down at the ruins beneath him, it would waste valuable time. If he stops to mourn, if he stops to wonder...
He simply cannot.
The Mekanorimon lands at the hooves of Centalmon, who dips his head. "How bad?"
"It could be much worse. The words left there aren't much use."
"So much for a prophecy," Gennai mutters, cracking his back as he adjusts his seat.
Centalmon shakes his head. "I'm not certain it is one. More of a history lesson." He steps towards the ruin. "You should see it." Gennai follows him until they are past the long gouged in mural of the Digivice to another section of the wall. It's worn, covered by dirt and cobwebs. Each letter is faded, and Gennai squints to read:
"Before the eight were the five.
Before the virtue is the vice.
Before the future, there is the present.
All that lays within the hands of the children.
All was left by the past.
Before the beginning comes the end.
Before the wish, there is the dream
And dreams only dance in darkness
Given flight by the light."
"Before eight was five," Gennai sighs. "And here I thought the humans before ours were an old Babamon's tale."
Centalmon shakes his head. "Weren't you alive?"
"Unaware of things, but yes." Gennai rubs his head. "So if this is a history lesson, what is it teaching about our world now?"
His associate doesn't answer, so Gennai crosses his legs and begins to decipher.
