Failure.

He would have hit something if it was in his nature. Even now it wasn't. Even now that made him tremble. It didn't make his partner tremble of course not but it didn't need to. He would keep growing stronger and stronger, wild and unforgiven until, until-

The world was new and clean again, good for her, for Digimon everywhere.

But there was much left to do.

His fingers trembled and his soul grew.