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3-2

Takeru has realized that, since the first Digital World trip, that he doesn't like when things are quiet anymore. Maybe it was because of his brother never talking when they all fell apart, or the fact that when the air is quiet, there is always a storm on the way and he just can't hear it.

So he hums, as low as he can. Tokomon trots beside him, mouth shut, head part of his body raised up and twitching his ears. Wizarmon is silent, staring at him and then at the air. His staff is ready, ready to hunt, or even to kill.

"Why are you staring at me?" he finally says, stopping his humming and twitching his hands.

Wizarmon eyes him and shakes his head. "You walk like her."

"Huh?"

Wizarmon sighs. "You walk like her, like a cat."

"Takeru's not a cat," Tokomon mumbles and Takeru tries not to laugh. He doesn't think that's Wizarmon's point.

"Hikari-chan took care of us," he says in way of answer.

Wizarmon shakes his head. "She brainwashed you into following her."

Takeru blinks. "Where is that logic coming from?" His back twinges and he suddenly remembers Bastemon's claws and teeth grazing his leg and back and the pain being enough to make him cry for what felt like hours. "Hikari-san doesn't know what she's doing, or…" He pauses, scratching one cheek. "She didn't know."

"Then why did you listen to her?"

Wizarmon's voice is agitated, ringing with discomfort and Takeru pauses to wonder if he is asking Takeru for an answer to a question Wizarmon is asking himself.

Takeru decides to think about it anyway, realizing that he doesn't know. "Mm… because we didn't know either?"

Wizarmon goes quiet and doesn't retort to this, which is good, because Takeru is well aware that he is no good at these philomosophical things. That seems more like Sora-san's thing.

Well, if he put it like that, he guesses the reason he followed Hikari-san was because it was her thing to be followed. She expected to be and they expected a leader. She wasn't a good one… Bastemon proved that, but she was a leader.

None of them were that, they were other things. They just needed to figure out what.

"Ooh, lookie what I found. You're not dead!"

It takes all of his courage to not stagger to a halt at the sound of the puppet's voice. Takeru grabs his Digivice from the strap of his bag. "Tokomon…"

"You'll be okay Takeru," his partner says, evolving with a single bound until it's Angemon facing a demon all over again.

Except this time, he's not dying in front of his eyes. No one is going to die, no one is going to be separated again!

It's this thought that makes his Crest glow and his partner burst into light, and lunge seconds later for Pinocchimon's head.

"Feh!" the puppet sneers. "I'm gonna blast you to bits! Then Takeru'll be my friend!"

HolyAngemon doesn't answer, and Takeru can hide his cringe of fear. These Digimon are strong, but if Hikari-san could take out an eye… they could do this. They had to, they had to!

Takeru's Crest is still burning. The only one who notices is Wizarmon.

And he cringes at the sight of it.