Seth isn't easy to get along with. This is true, any group of the Digidestined will tell you. He's loud, obnoxious, confident in his own abilities and somehow all of that had mixed together to form a cult leader, or at least an attempt at one. Shinsuke mulls it over, tapping his thigh. Despite his own personal feelings, and the feelings of those wandering behind him, they leave no man behind. So after some encouragement from him, the group is loitering on back the way they'd just left, keeping an eye, or an ear, out for anything that may look or sound like him.
Ordinarily they'd call out for him, but they worry that perhaps they would be overheard, so they continue on silently, trying to track him even though very few of them actually know how to differentiate from one set of prints to the next to know where to go.
The Digivices are no help either, and they eventually figure out why when they find Seth's device down at the bottom of a large, gaping hope. "Looks like a trap," Shinsuke says, narrowing his eyes when Ziggler and Owens both stop short from going after it. "Already dismantled, but there are hints," he says coolly, watching as finally the two me continue their uncertain descent into the unknown.
They make it fine, however, barely winded as they look around at the spikes protruding from the ground, and how easy it would be to injure yourself if you'd fall on top of them. "Good god," Owens mumbles and Dolph nods uncertainly next to him.
They linger as little as possible, rejoining the others top side, Ziggler holding onto Seth's digivice. "There's no way to figure anything out down there, it's too compact, and full of dangers. Anyone else have any idea?"
The group shakes their head in unison and Shine sighs. "Well, we've made it this far. I suppose we could continue walking to where we were originally headed, see if we can find anything out on the way."
It's not perfect, but it'll have to do. For now, information that may lead them to Seth is the best they can hope for.
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Docmon looms over Seth's prone body, a smirk on his face as he slowly slices through more flesh, watching closely as blood wells up around his knife. "It's ok," he croons. "All will be over soon. You will feel muuuuuch better."
All Betamon can do is watch and listen and try not to panic, hoping the other Digidestined would find them soon.
