A/N: And we must keep rolling right along here! Updating for the win! Gosh I hate finals month. Anyway, please enjoy.
3.5-3
"Are you all right, Mochimon?"
Koushiro doesn't regret the question at first. It takes him a few minutes to realize how horrible of a question it is with his partner wobbling after him like a tired toy. He's tempted to carry him but the last time he tried, his partner tried to move anyway. So, he lets it drop until Mochimon does.
"I'm all right, Koushiro-han." He's lying, even Koushiro himself can tell this much, but he doesn't know how to call his friend out without seeming rude, and thus, doesn't. "We need to get to shelter as soon as possible."
That was true, and with the twists and turns of the Digital World as it currently stood, it wasn't going to be easy to find any either.
With reluctance, Koushiro lets it lie, slowing his pace just a little for Mochimon to bounce after him with a little less effort.
Did my parents hike?
It is an odd question, he knows, since his birth parents are not the adoptive parents and he knows neither of them are actually particularly sporty themselves, but it's a thought, and he wonders if perhaps the outdoors would be more comforting to him if they were around.
But he loves his mother and father, he does.
He keeps walking, wiping his mouth and looking at the slowly fading forest around him. He has yet to see a river, and at this point, he knows he'll need one soon.
Koushiro finally stops when he realizes Mochimon has, and he hurries to grab him. The little Digimon is panting in his arms and Koushiro forces himself to keep walking and find the best place to hide because he knows if they stay out here much longer, they will definitely die.
He walks and walks until he trips and his muscles are too exhausted to go on. Mochimon seems to want to tell him off, to make him get up, but soon he can't even hop.
Before Mochimon's vision goes black, he sees a giant shadow.