Examon's deletion is sudden. Violent and intense. Data rains down upon the NXT Digidestined and they watch quietly as Velveteen Dream shudders as it grazes his skin. He grits his teeth and walks away, unable to stand still any longer. Drake shakes his head when the others turn to follow. "Give him some time alone," he says quietly, so they stay, witnessing more data rain down upon them.

They return to Luke's as one huge group shortly thereafter. Raw, Smackdown, NXT, none of it matters now, the only thing that matters is that they're all in one piece, all are accounted for. It's the only thing Drake, Shinsuke and Asuka focus on as they walk back towards Luke's cave. After a quick check in with him, his eyes dimming a little when he hears of Bio Thundermon, they all go to check on their various groups.

Drake settles on a rocky overhang and stares down at the flowing grass, flowers dotting the expanse before him. He hugs his knees to his chest, idly stroking Gabumon's warm fur, when footsteps come up behind him. The shadow hints who it is but he waits until they settle in next to him to greet them. "Hullo, Damien," he says softly.

"Hey, Drake." They sit in silence for awhile and then Damien exhales. "Hey, just wanted to let you know I've been in contact with Adam Pearce and i guess they gotta spot on the main roster for me after the Rumble. Sorry to drop this on ya so suddenly, but you know how it goes."

Drake does indeed. He takes a few moments to weigh Damien's words and then gets to his feet, holding a hand out towards him. "We are going to miss you," he says. "I appreciate all you've brought to the team, and, well, now I suppose the main roster will be the ones to benefit from all that you have to offer."

Damien grins. Grips Drake's hand and shakes it with no lack of certainty. "That's the plan, yeah."

Drake smirks up at him. "Knock 'em dead, Damien. We'll all be rooting for you."

Damien nods, some emotions crossing his face too quickly for Drake to figure it all out. "Thank you."

Across the path, Dream sits with his arms loosely draping over his knees, hands hanging between them. He closes his eyes and stretches a hand out, feeling yearning and a little brokenhearted. "Bio Thundermon," he whispers, envisioning his partner dancing in the back of his mind. "Please, come back to me."

Time passes and there's nothing going on. "Please," he whispers, slapping his hand against the ground. "I'll do whatever it takes."

Still nothing and Dream grits his teeth, shoulders falling as the weight on his shoulders grows at a ridiculous speed. "There has to be a way to get you back," he says. "I will find it."

When he stands and takes his leave, there's a new determination in his step as he goes.