III
At least they'd had their digimon with them.
Their Digivices also still worked, which made it easier to survive in the digital world. It wasn't like the two of them hadn't roughed it before, a thousand, thousand times. That was what it meant to be a Tamer sometimes: surviving over living.
And now after a year, they were going to return to the place it all started and see what was left.
"Feels like coming back home with my tail between my legs," Sayo remarks beside him.
Koh raises an eyebrow as she swings her makeshift weapon as she walks. She's always been ready to not only fight but triumph in the face of everything everywhere kicking her in the teeth. The idea of giving up without risk escapes her in its entirety.
Sometimes he wishes he could be the same way. Not often, but sometimes.
