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"Are you Vamdemon?" Wizarmon says suddenly, breaking the awkward silence that in any other situation would have been broken with a scream or a shout of rage. There is too much shock there and a lot of it is in the way Ofanimon simply crumbles in Angemon's arms.

"The hell?" Agumon snaps at him, because the Digimon all seem to understand that this is bad timing and not okay at all. Wizarmon raises his hands defensively but Hikari only shrugs.

"It's a good question though," she says, still hanging there. "I mean, Vamdemon would have just cut you down if there was a good I haven't done that, so… does that answer your question?"

"No," the mage says firmly. "I'm a curious man, so pardon me but I do feel if he had a reason, Vamdemon would wait and slaughter when their guard was down."

Hikari laughs. "No, he wouldn't. He's too hasty for that, see?" She looks at VenomVamdemon's rampage. "You all better stop him quick or everyone is going to die, our mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers, everyone and you."

She pauses and flips herself. "So look at that prophecy and figure out what to do."

"What are you going to do?"

Hikari stops mid-flight and looks down at Takeru. "Pardon, Takeru-kun?"

Yamato moves to pull him back but Takeru steps closer and says. "Hikari-chan is trying to be alone. Why is that?"

Hikari caresses the blade of the scythe with one bloodless finger. "Why not?"

Takeru shakes his head. "I don't know but… if we're going to fight… please help us fight too, Hikari-chan. One more time, okay? Please. You can leave after but… please help us."

For a moment the air is silent. Even VenomVamdemon is not moving, or perhaps they can't hear him.

Then the girl giggles. "I suppose one last dance won't hurt."

She's gone a second later and the scythe is pulling her up and slicing down.

"Takeru…" Sora says softly. "Why did you do that?"

Takeru's shoulders shake. "I don't know," he whimpers. "I don't know." His knees buckle and Sora catches him.

Not for the first time, she sees Yamato raise his hand and fail to reach out. And for the first time, she realizes how much it hurts to watch.