13.
"You can't rule time and space using Ichijouji's body!" Daisuke has picked himself back up, and remarkably fast too. Then again, since MetalGreymon, Daisuke has changed. The other Digimon have started to bristle. The trouble is they can't attack. If they attack, they might hurt Ken and anyone can tell that this thing won't care to defend its host. It wouldn't take over in the first place if it cared.
"Why ever not?" Millenniummon asks with a smile. "I was doing so well until you all showed up. There's a reason Ultimates are so rare in our world. I was hoping I wouldn't have to show you that reason" e chuckles. "But you're quite right, how astute of you. It would kill Ichijouji if I pushed him much more than this, and you would have to interfere, wouldn't you Homeostasis?" The smile turns to a sneer.
Hikari lifts her hand. "Indeed we would."
The monster steps back with a chuckle. "Don't be so hasty. I know he needs to wake." He has yet to look afraid.
"Why?" Takeru has finally found his words, his anger rising up like the waves of the sea. "Why did you do that to Patamon? If you're the one who has been controlling Ichijouji-kun this whole time, why did you put a spiral on Patamon?"
Millenniummon pauses, apparently actually having to think about it. "Well, I was going to use the girl, you see. The eight of you were used to harm my Ryo, to make him harm me. The face ripples into the sweetest smile. "I thought it would be, well, some sort of poetic justice, if that was turned on you."
Then Ken collapses, and the illusion shatters.
They are back in the bedroom. Hikari is sitting on the bed, head in her hands.
The room is silent, unable to move as Wormmon crawls back to Ken, his eyes shining with tears.
"I'm sorry, Ken-chan," he wails. "I'm so sorry."
What are you sorry for? Takeru can't help but think. It's not your fault.
From what few memories he has, it's theirs.