After retaining his title at Payback, Seth is on top of the world. Yes, for a minute, he had tried to put together a Shield reunion, the triple powerbomb almost leaving him nostalgic for his brothers, but they had quickly squashed any thoughts of that nature by attacking him. Not that he cared; in the end, the match had concluded properly. Even better, he hadn't seen Orton since. Yes, Dean and Roman had continued being thorns in his side, but it's not that big of a deal. He has the Authority and J&J Security by his side, it's enough.

Miz is still filming, which leaves them with six Digidestined. Seth is walking ahead of them all, leading them towards the flashing light on the map directing them to danger, when he stops short, an uncomfortable feeling itching down his spine. Gritting his teeth, he turns and glowers at the others. Zack and Dolph are laughing over something on their phones and Wade and Heath are bickering about something stupid, Alicia laughing at them. Seeing everyone getting along fine eats away at him and he plants his feet. "EXCUSE ME!" he barks at them. They all stop short and gape at him. "If you could stop playing like little children and focus, we're close to the trouble indicated on the map so unless you all want to die..."

None of them look thrilled being spoken to like that but he's their leader, and on top of that, they know he's right- they've all seen too many messed up things since becoming Digidestined to allow distractions now to cause something else horrible to happen. So they trudge on, quiet, watchful. The blip on the map is overtaken by their own markers, Seth holding his breath as he stands in one place, turning slowly in a circle to look for something, anything, that would constitute their presence being needed. It seems quiet enough, almost peaceful, really, and it does nothing but put him on even more of a paranoid edge.

The others seem jittery and uncomfortable too, looking for trouble... when Seth notices. A distinct shadow is forming over all of them, growing larger with each passing second. He stares at it, thinking the shape is familiar, before turning to look at the others. "RUN!" he yells at them, relieved when they scatter, leaving the general area of the shadow. But his taking the time to warn them leaves him in danger and before he or Betamon can do anything, he feels his feet leave the ground as a large paw grips him and lifts him up. He squirms and hisses, not liking how large white claws are digging into his torso, when he comes face to face with the Digimon. "I know you," he grits out, staring into the creature's dark eyes.

"No," the Giga WaruMonzaemon snarls. "You knew my brother, your little group destroyed him, took him from me... so I will happily return the favor." His claws start to pierce Seth's flesh through his clothes and he whimpers, shaking his head. "But it will be slow, tortorous," he tells him. Seth thinks the others are trying to work together, put together an attack, but there's no time. No chance... "Giga Heartbreak Attack!"

It feels like his heart is being torn to shreds in his chest. He can barely breathe, the emotional pain is so great. Worse than that, when he closes his eyes against it all he can see is Dean's expression, full of betrayal and shock, and Roman's, anger and disgust. He had pretended that everything at Payback had meant nothing, but he was lying. Those few minutes, he had been so happy at the thought that, despite the things he'd done and said, they were willing to forgive him, put it aside, even if just for now. But it had all come to an end so soon... He shudders and goes limp in Giga WaruMonzaemon's hold, tears pouring down his face. He thinks he can hear the others, blasts impacting the back of the Digimon, but none of it matters. His pain is too great.

He doesn't even mind when he hits the ground, or when Giga WaruMonzaemon screams overhead, Mammothmon and Nefertimon working together to hold him down until Lilymon, Darcmon and Wizardmon can combine their attacks to dispatch of him completely. His data rains down upon Seth, but he barely even flinches as Betamon runs up to him, laying a paw lightly on his shoulder. All he can do is lay there and cry over lost opportunities, lost brothers and the guilt of being the catalyst of all of it. With the swing of a chair, he'd given himself everything he'd ever wanted professionally but destroyed everything else meaningful in his world.

"Guys, something's really wrong," Betamon breathes out, sounding horribly worried. But even then, Seth can't find the strength to get up, respond, ease his partner. Eventually, hands grip his arms and drags him upright, his face shadowed by his hair and hopefully blocking some of the fresh tears from view as Zack and Wade work together to walk him back towards the portal to take him back to Luke's.

He's aware of nothing going on around him until he's back on earth, Wade now guiding him alone through the halls of the arena they'd been returned to once Luke had been contented with their story. He hears a chair scrape against the tiled floor, familiar steps rambling towards them and then...

"What's wrong, did wittle Sethy stub his toe?" It's Dean. Of course, only he would bother to mock Seth. Most people ignore him, but not Dean, not Roman. They still get in his face, challenge him, his actions. The Authority doesn't matter to them.

He looks up and their eyes lock, Dean's eyes widening in surprise when he catches sight of Seth's blotchy, miserable face. He only has a moment to register this before Seth lurches forward and hugs him, immediately soaking his shirt with tears. "I'm sorry," he mumbles. "I'm so sorry."

Dean is frozen, for once speechless, when there's a sharp flash of light and a device, also glowing, shoots towards him and lands in his outstretched hand, his fingers instinctively closing around it. "What... the... hell?" he demands, Seth still sobbing into his chest as the device stabilizes, the glow fading into nothingness. He looks up at Wade for answers, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Looks like you're a new Digidestined," Wade intones, unimpressed with everything that's happened in the last minute. "Welcome to the bloody awful club." Smirking darkly, he then turns and leaves Dean with even more questions than he had a moment earlier.