Dolph stares at the papers scattered along his desk. "I don't know," he mumbles, scrubbing a hand over his face. "I've researched and researched and researched for so long, and I keep coming up on dead end after dead end. I don't know what to do. If this is fixable."

Impmon watches as he moves things around, huffs, then tries again to make sense of his own thoughts. "You're still trying to figure out a way to fix the ocean."

"Of course I'm still trying to," he sighs. "It feels like that's all I've been doing whenever I'm not on the road for WWE, or trying just to keep my head above water in the Digiworld. God. This was all my fault, and I'm still failing at fix it."

"It's not like you're the only person who defeated Digimon in the digiworld," Impmon tells him. "More data has been spilled by my fellow kind than any of you Digidestined could ever imagine." He sighs. "I understand the guilt, sometimes I experience it as well, but it's just... the way of life, especially in the digiworld. We- I... definitely do not blame you or the other digidestined for what my world has become. It was on the brink long before you all were chosen to come try to salvage us."

"Thanks for saying all of that," Dolph tells his partner. "I know you mean what you say, but I still... I feel..." He sighs. "I feel responsible for what's going on, and I always will. I wish I could just... make sense of this, figure out a way to break the chain so it'd stop polluting the oceans. I just... don't." He jabs his pen in frustration at the page, until it tears, then sighs, dropping his head down on the desk and breathing deeply.

All Impmon can do is watch him, chewing on his lower lip and wishing he could figure out a way to make htis easier for his partner, to make things make sense. For both of their sakes.

-x

Valdurmon hovers, watching as more destruction, more horrors, rage on below. The more tha happens, the more light fades from the massive creature's eyes, its skin, its soul. Destruction and defeat start thrumming through its body, overwhelming it, leaving it writhing and roaring out in pain and torment at a volume that most cannot hear or witness.

It needs to rage, it needs to fight, it needs to spread this pain through the plains. Through the oceans. Across the mountains, into the volcanoes, and deep into the crust of the world.

All Valdurmon wants right now is to make others feel as hopeless, as powerful, as so many digimon have for the entirety of their lives.

This thought in mind, the massive creature drifts away to begin, finally.