Neville makes for a solitude figure, sitting near a mountain top, overlooking the surroundings. Really, when you find the right places, the Digiworld isn't that awful. As long as nothing attacks you, and no one bothers you. He actually thinks he would like it here in any other situation. But the situation he's in right now isn't one of his own making, he'd been all but forced into it. "Chosen", as Luke told him a few days ago.

He scoffs. "I may be chosen, but I have absolutely not chose this in kind." Getting to his feet, he makes his way slowly back down the mountain, picking his baby partner up once more and staring down at Popomon warily. "Will you ever grow into something worthwhile?"

The further from the mountain he goes, the more of the others he sees- Heath, and Miz... even Alicia and TJ, their heads together as he shows her pictures and videos of his pig, trying to cheer her up after Noam Dar's brutal betrayal of her. He scoffs at them, walking angrily past them and ignoring their gazes on his back as he makes his way towards Luke to demand answers. He's almost there when he feels the heat at his back and turns sharply to find TJ and a large bird digimon behind him, alit in flames. "What do you want-?" he's just demanded when the creature waves its wings and flames wash upon Neville, scorching the earth around him. He coughs and crouches, trying to breathe. "What is this?! You-" More flames. Licking at his flesh and his lips part in agonized screams, something holding him down, pinning him.

He can hear voices through the flames, but they seem far away, meaningless. He tries to fight, thinks he gets a good shot off, but the fire is still eating him alive and he can't stand the pain. "Please," he chokes out, tears filling his bitter eyes and pouring down his face, just to evaporate in the heat surrounding him.

"I don't know," a familiar sounding voice breaks through his agony. "But he's not going to hold on much longer, you have to figure this out now!"

More yelling, more fighting. More heat. Neville sobs harder, curling in on himself, and he swears it feels like something- someone is trying to comfort him. Then suddenly something snaps. He blinks and the flames are gone, he's curled up against something, crying as the after effects of whatever was causing him so much agony fades away, leaves him laying there.

"We got it!" Ambrose yells overhead.

Neville makes an undignified noise before looking up. There are massive digimon near the mountain he'd just come from, and he can only imagine that they're the mega levels of some of the digidestined. If he can guess, he'd say Ambrose, Alicia, Miz, and Slater, based on who's scattered around closest to them. The group are talking about some obscenely powerful digimon named Xuanwumon, who apparently had been hiding on the mountain he'd climbed and used some sort of hallucinatory agent on Neville without him realizing.

He closes his eyes, exhausted beyond belief, before remembering he's laying on something. Someone. He blinks up to find TJ still sitting there, a pensive look on his face, and Neville quickly scrambles up, realizing. "What were you doing?!" he exclaims, realizing that all of his most vulnerable moments were just witnessed by probably his least favorite person on the entire roster- and really, that's saying something.

"I thought you were dying," TJ says simply, eyes dark and locked on him. "You were screaming and crying, and... I just tried to comfort you until they could figure this out."

"Why?" Neville croaks out, not understanding anything.

"For awhile there, I thought we were friends," TJ says simply, getting up and dusting his pants off. "I might've been wrong, but I still don't... like seeing you suffer." He walks off without a backwards glance, leaving Neville to gape after him in confusion.

He's still sitting there when Popomon hops up to him, settling in his outstretched hand. He stares down at his partner and swallows hard. "I... I suppose you will just... grow when you're ready to, hm?" He gingerly reaches a finger out and strokes his partner's head, watching it light up under even this brief ministration.