It had been two days since Terra's death, and the time passed didn't do much to ease the pain. Amok carried her orange digivice with him, strapped to his bag, and it to was lifeless. The egg that replaced Agumon after the battle was now in Rosemon's care, but it showed no signs of hatching anytime soon.

Bree was the one who caught him, late at night in the village mansion's halls, sneaking off with no words to either Dash or Faith. She had an accusing look on her face, and he'd known that lying was pointless, there was no getting around explaining his actions. Lopmon hovered at her feet, quiet as always but he saw her making eyes at Mikemon sheepishly.

"You're running away I'm guessing," Bree said, "No surprise there."

"Yeah. I'm useless here. You saw."

"Dash and Faith weren't exactly jumping into combat either. This isn't entirely your fault that Ter- she, is gone."

Amok sighed, even the mention of her name sent horror to his heart. He had to escape somehow, him and Mikemon, until he was worthy to fight the war that Terra had so bravely started off. That was his train of thought in that moment, his mentality.

The previous night he'd taken a venture, to the very beach that housed his dead friend's grave. It was cold and every living thing in the village was asleep, bundled up in bed. But he was awake, and watching the still waters that loomed out in front of him. They were pitch black and ominous, but he took his time dumping his baggies of white powder into it's depths. He had no use for it anymore, it was the habit of a past life, and a past Amok.

Then Bree stood before him, claiming it wasn't his fault, but he knew better. They exchanged parting words, she called him stupid, and seperated. He knew they may never cross paths again, but was content. She told him everything he needed to know; that there were six more digimon like Leviamon left to destroy.

Bree found a backpack in an otherwise empty room of the mansion, and filled it with essentials. Amok may not have thought out his voyage very well, but she knew better than to leave unprepared. She got the blanket off her bed, somehow undisturbing Faith who slept just a few feet away,then put rations of food in the front pocket of the pack, along with her digivice. She had nothing of her own to take up space, no spare clothes or anything, which almost seemed positive. It was a light load, and would make it easier to travel.

Lopmon of course didn't argue her decision, she was a shy creature and was never one to question other people's thoughts. Bree had grown fond of her partner over the four or so days they'd spent together. She was a great teammate, and proved to be a brave little bunny against Leviamon. As such, she was positive that they'd both be fine without the others help.

This wasn't anything personal against the other humans, no. And it wasn't a self improvement deal like Amok's solitude would be. Rosemon had sat her and Dashielle down, just the three of them, and revealed the enemies advantages. There were six of them left, six more demons who were just as powerful, if not moreso, than Leviamon. Bree couldn't bear to just sit in one place waiting for them to show, while they potentially wreaked havoc elsewhere in the digi world.

If she had to hunt them down, she would. The sooner they were gone, the sooner she could return home to earth and get on with her life. Or so Rosemon said, whether or not she'd actually get to go home once the mission was over, she was still unsure of. But the hope was there at least.

"Let's go." Bree patted Lopmon on the head, smiling when the rabbit bounced up to her shoulder.

Faith was still groggy and mid dream when Dash rudely awoke her. The clothes Rosemon provided for her to sleep in clung to her sweaty figure, and she was nowhere near ready to wake up yet. Beside her, Monmon was still snoring loudly.

But Dashielle looked serious, his geeky face scrunched in a completely unattractive way. She found his hair looked funny without his visor on, and his face strangely empty without his thick rimmed glasses covering his eyes.

"What do you want?" Faith moaned and rolled over to ignore him, clutching a pillow to her chest.

"Amok and Bree left." He said, bitterly. Puroromon buzzed loudly beside them, as if it was somehow contributing to the statement.

Faith shifted back to face him, shaking Monmon awake roughly, "what the hell are you talking about?"

"They're gone. We're alone."

The purple haired girl growled dramatically back at him, "well that's lovely fucking news to wake up to."