Enzo clings to Veemon and Hyokomon, struggling to put one foot in front of the other. It hurts to leave this place, any sign of what might have happened to Cass, behind. There are deep gouges in the sand, there are drops of blood here and there, and... it's brutal. It's awful. He wants to cry but he can't because he has to hold himself together, find the others, get them to start the search for Cass. Like he had done when it was Enzo in danger, when it was Enzo missing.

His shoulders shake as he gasps for air, head starting to spin. He and Cass have been separated before, thanks to his concussion and his knee injury, but this... this is worse, this is possibly permanent.

He'd never seen Cass bleed before. Hyokomon is limp, pliable in his arms, and Veemon is about as lifeless, his sharp teeth gaping out of his slack mouth as he drifts in unconsciousness. Enzo sniffs and trudges forward a bit further, tempted to bury his face in Hyokomon's feathers and sob himself hoarse, but again Cass needs him, he can't fall apart. Not yet.

Maybe, maybe once Cass is found, is bandaged up, is standing before him with an affectionately annoyed look on his face, patting Enzo's shoulder as he talks and clings to Cass and all around tries to hold onto some strip of sanity. Maybe then. But not now. Not here.

They can't be far, right? The others? They have to be somewhere nearby, he's sure that they hadn't gone that far when Cass was attacked, was taken. Enzo swallows hard, continues to shuffle through the sand, the grass. "Please," he mumbles, his lips brushing against Veemon's ear. He hates being alone, being vulnerable. He needs to find someone, something to ease this sharp discomfort twisting around in his stomach.

He's looking down, trying to focus on each step so as not to fall, not to risk the vague progress he'd made, when he hears something heavy land before him. It makes the ground shudder, almost causes him to fall anyway, and dread drains from the top of his head down to the tips of his toes in a nauseating circle.

He knows. Cass isn't getting saved today, not by him, at any rate. Sorry, big guy, he thinks, looking up at the large, armor coated digimon standing before him with a wolfish gaze and his sword aimed right at Enzo's head. Expecting death, Enzo exhales shakily and lets the young digimon fall from his hands, squaring his shoulders and opening his wide blue eyes, opting to face it, whatever may come, like a man.