Author's notes: I give full credit to an old, hilarious, and now-dead(I think) site known as "Odd and true" for giving me the idea of this coupling. I'm not THAT twisted on my own. :P
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Why? It seems that's all I've ever been asking… Why was I born? Why did I save that flower? Why did I crush it so soon afterward?
I don't know… I may be powerful, I may be the strongest digimon in both worlds, even if I'm dying here, unable to stand up to that weird human Oikawa… I'm strong, I can't deny it, physically, at least. The chosen children needed a god to stop me, after all…
But here I am, dying, and I still don't know why. I say it's to seal the barrier or something like that, but does it even need to be sealed?
I glance over at them, still uncertain of why I live… Those six so-called "chosen children", those who had for so long been my bitter adversaries, even if we may in the end have found common cause… And for what? Am I just a program, born to create some meaningless seal and give the chosen bits of experience points?
Not that I won't seal it… It's the least I can do, and I'm dying now anyway… But… I'm not satisfied with this life…
I look over at that child, the only one who had ever even made me hesitate… Hida Iori, his name was, I think. And I still don't know why I did that, why he reminded me of that flower, or even why he stood so boldly to stop me… Is his life as meaningless as mine?
No… I'm sure he lives on for better reasons… He's so young and innocent, even if he has killed recently, he still has that innocence of youth…
Even if technically I'm younger than him… Look at me, only a couple months old, dying and talking about the innocence of youth… Though really, my whole life's been pretty sad, just some reckless, futile search… I should be happy to leave this world…
But I'm not… I'm not like that, I've heard stories of a digimon called Wizarmon back around three years ago, I heard he had no regrets… I have thousands.
My thoughts turn back to Iori now… What made him try and stop me, why was he willing to throw his life away? And why, why didn't I kill him?
I thought about that flower… When I saw him standing before me, when I saw him trying so desperately to convince me I shouldn't destroy that stone, I thought about that flower…
But I never even understood what that flower meant… Love, was that it, that attribute that summons a bunch of bird digimon and is supposed to bring happiness?
Right… Like someone made from dark towers could ever come to love… But if that's not it, why do I still think about him, why did I hesitate?
Could it have been that I wanted to understand, to know what could drive him to risk his life in that way? But I didn't even ask… Maybe I just wanted to be with him, to understand his heart… Maybe I did love him…
"So you tried to kill him?"
"It was my destiny!" Look at me now, screaming desperately at my conscience… I've crushed everything I loved, I searched so far for a purpose, yet was so cold to everyone… Agumon, Iori, even that flower… I can't even say my fate is unjust…
Still… I wanted to understand… To know Iori better, to realize what drove him to that, maybe even to love him…
Love him?
Yes, that was it. I never realized… But I did.
And that is my truest regret.
Black War Greymon glared at Iori, coldness still in his eyes. He would not say something like that, he would not through that child into more confusion… Iori had gone through enough already, he didn't need someone confessing love to him, let alone a dying digimon he had looked at as a rival for so long…
And then the dark digimon died, unwilling to confess his feelings, unable to find his destiny. But he at last understood, and his soul had at last found peace.