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1-4

At her words, all hell almost breaks loose, and it's just enough that Mimi cringes away, like the thought is not just too horrible for her to bear, but too horrible to bear thinking about for too long. Koushiro, of course, is utterly fascinated at what that implies and sets to work on deciphering the rest, murmuring and typing so rapidly it even catches his parents off guard.

Sora is a little relieved. This is Koushiro at his best, fighting on a technical battlefield. It's good that he can keep his cool, even if it might hurt his family. "What is it, Koushiro-kun?"

"I think Mimi-san is onto something," he said in a soft rush of words, looking at the prophecy again. "The angel of cursed life is tempered… Takeru-kun, you managed to get her to help us before… you… didn't control her but you did reach out to her."

"So Takeru is the key to this," Yamato says as he peers over Koushiro's fluff of red hair. His voice is hoarse, like he had been screaming through smoke. "But that doesn't-"

"Please hold on a moment," Koushiro interrupts, quiet but with a hint of impatience. "When the angel of cursed light is tempered by the spirit of rekindled hope, the flame will create a miracle for the ones they love…. angel… you were close Mimi-san, I think. Ofanimon?"

There is a creak as the angel's frozen face turns towards him. He doesn't cringe, but says, in a slow, almost gentle voice. "Could you… perhaps… throw your fire at us?"

His parents instantly look afraid and Koushiro feels a uselessness in his fingertips, not knowing what to say. "I… I think it's the only way. You are… the angel of light… and maybe, maybe Takeru-kun will be able to hold it back somehow."

His mother's horror fills her face. Then she takes a deep breath, and calms. It is so quick, and simply so incredible that he has to stare, because his mother has always done this, all but once. And that once is special. So he keeps it to himself and watches her eyes narrow at the words on the screen.

"Koushiro… who does Takeru love?"

"Mom and Dad," the little boy answers before he can think and before Takeru seems to realize it either. "And Onii-chan." The words are not an afterthought, even Koushiro himself can feel it. But something in Yamato's face grows cold anyway and it is rather odd to watch.

"Those are the people Onee-chan loves too," Taichi says, his eyes fixed on her flight, only her movements from the side of swiping claws and lasers. "Mom… Dad… and me. Our families…"

"No," Jyou bites his lip. "You're their brothers. And you have Digimon."

And a miracle needs to happen.