Heath doesn't like it. The Digiworld sans Wade Barrett. Hell, he barely likes WWE without Wade Barrett. But this is different, more life and death. He breathes through his nose and tries to count to a hundred as he holds his unconscious partner protectively, trying to shield Lopmon and himself from the battle being waged a few feet away.
He had barely caught a glimpse of the tall, female digimon attacking them before all interest in fighting her had disappeared in the blink of an eye. And now he finds himself here, on the ground, while everyone else fights. Lopmon stirs weakly and stares at him, obviously confused. "Don't look at me like that," he tells him, wounded. "I just... I can't right now, it's too much. I can't do this."
"Yes, you can," Lopmon says patiently. "You can because I'm by your side through every step of the way... and because Wade would've wanted you to."
"Wade left," Heath snaps. "Right in the thick'o it, he leaves so he doesn't get to make any suggestions towards what I can and cannot do."
"Fine," Lopmon continues. "He's not. I am. You need to do this, Heath. I know you miss your friend more than you care to admit, I know everything feels wrong, but your other teammates need you." He motions towards the struggling forms of Alicia and Miz, their digimon knocked onto the ground as well, and Heath frowns. "So the question becomes... what do you need to do, right this moment? Help them, or just continue laying here worthlessly?"
Heath's never been worthless. He would definitely not start now. So, with every painful fiber in his being, he forces himself up and stares down at Lopmon in his arms. "Then you know what to do, Digivolve!"
As they run towards the fight side by side, Heath still misses his best friend, but he knows Lopmon is right. He can't turn away from everything else going on because of it.
