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Digimon
GODFALL
By. Sonfaro
Chapter 14
A/N: This fic will be taking a brief two-to-three week hiatus to give me time to get some work on other projects done. In the meantime, let me know what you think about the goings on so far in review. I love to hear from you all.
He's falling.
He stumbles to one knee, clearly loopy. His body sways back and forth above the hard brick floor. In a moment he may crash. I dash towards him, and in seconds he's in my arms. Gently I lay him across my lap and lean his head into my chest, fearing the worst. My concern is unfounded. He moans and rolls about in my arms, gripping his wounded limb in obvious pain. It's a deep cut, his data sizzling around it. Joe's going to have a field day suturing this wound. But he's conscious. He's alive. And for that I am thankful.
"Tai…"
He smiles and looks up at me through bleary eyes. "Oi, Matt-y… W-what took you so l-long?"
I sigh, thankful he's still breathing. Walking the corridors had been something of a hassle, particularly with those weird spider-shaped things lurking about. It was only thanks to the map that Izzy gave us that me and Gabumon found a shortcut to the hub. Even with that though, I worried that I would be too late, and that there would be no body to be found.
I don't have to worry now. I got here just in time. It's something of a minor miracle, but I got here on time.
"Are you alright?" I ask him.
He breaths deeply. "A little d-dizzy. I lost a lot of data…"
I look down to his arm. A section of it buzzes every few seconds as if its television static, and I begin to worry. I don't know if he's cut to the wiring or not, but it's going to take some time for that to heal. But he's flexing his fingers, which means it's still functionall. We'll have to count our minor blessings today. I look back towards his tired face. "Hang on."
"Nn…"
I bite my lip and take a closer look at his injury. He's going to need his data stabilized, otherwise it'll keep dissipating faster than it can regenerate and he may lose the arm. I look around for something to wrap around his arm, but there is no material I can see that I can use to our advantage. I frown, adjusting my designer shirt and –
My shirt.
I flinch just thinking about it. Seven-hundred fifty yen. A Miliano Suchibara original design. The finest wool from Scottish farms brought down to Japan and weaved together to form a brilliant work of art. And all I can think about is: how great the sleeve would be as a protective gauze.
It's Tai we're talking about though. Is anyone really surprised?
I take a deep breath, say a little prayer to forces I'm not sure I believe in, and pull the sleeve. The edge of the shoulder rips at the seams, the sleeve falling down my arm and into a lengthened strip. I sigh. My arm is exposed, and damaged strings are tickling the edge of my shoulder. I'm going to hate myself in the morning. But I ignore all that and focus on my leaders wound. He needs my help more than I need a new shirt.
"Here we go," I warn him. And then I take the sleeve and wrap it around his wound, tight.
"Ow!" He yelps, and briefly struggles before settling back into my arms.
"Sorry," I mumble as I begin the process of tying his new bandage together.
"Crap-tacular Matt! What the hell?
"Somebody's feeling better…" I grumble. He shoots me some obscenities but little else. I look to my makeshift bandage. Thankfully, while his arm still reverberates slightly, it appears that the sleeve is indeed enough to keep his data from leaking further. I sigh, relieved.
"Can you stand?"
He grumbles an affirmative. Tai struggles out of my lap and to his feet, wobbling on the ascent but finally settling on his heels. In an instant his good arm is across my shoulder, and I give support where his tired legs cannot. That's what being an XO is for.
We look over to our captive. Agumon still holds the girl – now weaponless and looking less than confident in his powerful jaws. She squirms against him in vain. Agumon has jaws of steel.
"L-let go of me you fat lizard!"
"HmmMmmHmm? HmmHmmmnm!"
"You shouldn't talk with your mouth full," Gabumon suggests, and Agumon snorts smoke in his direction.
She continues to struggle uselessly, red strands of hair swaying just below her shoulders. Her face is a wash of terror and fury, and with each passing second one can feel the desperation as it fills her lungs. I stare at her. Hard.
She still looks just like her. Now I know why.
"Sora's clone." Tai grunts.
"I know. Izzy told me."
He blinks, unsurprised. "Huh…"
I frown. "I thought you two said she was deleted."
He nods. "That's what we thought. When they kick started the program they must have woke her up."
"Huzzah for curious scientists," I murmur.
"Don't you love 'em?" Tai grumbles back.
"Heh…"
He shifts beside me, his arm tightening behind my neck. "Nn…Where's Davis and Ken? Weren't they still coming?"
I sigh again. "I had to send them back to Neo-Delhi."
"Eh?"
I bite my lip, remembering the look of the dangerous wires as they wormed their way out of the ground. "The wires are growing everywhere. It'll reach the city soon."
"Guess this thing couldn't even wait for us at all, huh?" He says with a curious look on his face.
I turn to him, trying to read his expression. It's a lazy look, like a disappointed father too busy to chastise his child. It's directed to the girl, whose manic expression is doing horrible things to her pretty face. Tai doesn't seem disturbed by this. In fact he looks pretty calm all things considered.
"You knew the whole time didn't you?" I finally ask him.
"Nn... Not the whole time." He groans, but turns and gives me a tired grin. "Figured it out when she didn't flirt with you first. Real women always flirt with the fruity ones first."
I smile, in spite of myself. "You'll be alright."
He flashes a toothy grin back at me. "Heh…"
We share a laugh. It feels good.
"Well, getting in was an adventure enough," I say after out laughter dies down. "We're gonna have to find a way out in a minute."
"Yeah," he nods. "We're gonna have to figure out how to get those guys down too."
I look back up to the eight survivors – if they are indeed still alive. They float in some sort of container, their mouths covered with what I hope is an oxygen mask. Some sort of black tape appears to be wrapped around their bodies, at least giving them a little modesty. Four men, two women, and a boy and a girl. They're unconscious, but I think they're alive. Troubling though, is the sight of several black wires connected directly to their pods extracting something from the inside.
Black wires that we've dealt with before.
"…It is the Dark Network, isn't it?"
He sighs, milk-chocolate eyes glancing away from me. "I'm almost one-hundred percent sure."
I frown. "That means…"
He nods. "He's probably here."
I don't ask who he is. I already know.
My frown grows deeper, and my eyes turn to the large computer console hanging in the air. Aside from our captives grunts things are quiet around here. Too quiet. It almost feels like we're being watched by some unseen force. Odds are I'm not too far off. I sigh. Never a dull moment.
"M-Matt!"
Her voice throws me from my thoughts. I frown and turn to her. "What do you want?"
She turns and glares at Agumon. "Let me go you big liz-" she yelps when he shakes his head around, yanking at her arm.
"MmmMmmNmmHmmMmmMmMmmn?" Agumon attempts at conversation. He fails miserably, but you can't fault him for trying.
She scowls but stops jerking around and sits on her knees while her arm dangles helplessly in Agumon's jaws. "Ow… M-Matt. This is all just a misunderstanding. We just need to-"
"Don't bother." I cut her off with a wave of my free hand. "I know what you are now."
She blinks, desperation sinking into her face. "I don't… Whatever! I don't care what you think I am. I need a digivice. Either one. You're not going to be able to upload the anti-virus otherwise!"
Tai frowns behind me. "Is that why you tried to kill me?"
"I… I w-wasn't really going to k-kill you," she stutters.
"You pulled the trigger on my face!"
"I… Nn… I was only getting my revenge," she says like it's a perfectly normal excuse. "You tried to kill me too. We're even now."
"I never tried to kill you," Tai's voice wavers.
"You. Abandoned. Me!" She hisses a little when she talks now. It's kind of unnerving.
Tai shakes his tired head. "I didn't abandon you! If I'd have known –"
"Save it." I tell him. "It's not worth arguing over."
"I'm not an 'it'!" She roars.
I blink. "I… Not you. The argument is –"
"I'm Sora."
I blink. What the hell did she just say!
Tai sighs. "You think you're Sora."
"I am Sora!"
She struggles against Agumon's teeth and tries to rise, but he jerks down and holds her firm. She bites her lip and glares at him and us. Our expressions don't change. She gives up a little later, her eyes dropping to the floor below to avoid our gaze.
"I should be Sora," she decides.
"You're not," I tell her frankly.
"How do you know!" she snaps. "You weren't even here!"
"Sora's my girlfriend."
She opens her mouth to say something, and then stops. The expression on her face melts from anger and desperation into confusion and… disbelief? "That doesn't… I would never…"
I blink. "Eh…"
She shakes her head back and forth, lowering her eyes to the ground. "I don't… why…"
"Rei?"
"Whywhywhywhywhy…"
She's about to snap.
"Why won't anyone BELIEVE ME!"
The next few things happen in a blur.
We hear Agumon yelp first, his claws reaching up to his eye. That's how we know she's loose. Gabumon snarls and leaps after her. She ducks under his flying tackle and lets him crash to the floor. She kicks Agumon in the skull, then turns. Her gaze is towards us for a few seconds, but her eyes aren't focused on me. She's headed for Tai, I realize.
I have to stop her.
She reaches for him, trying to catch a hold of his battered frame. I catch her by the waist before she gets too far, hoisting her in the air so that she can go no further. She struggles in my grip, writhing about against me. Tai approaches with a hand to his arm, trying to help, but he only comes close enough for her to plant two boots in his chest. He flies backwards, the wind knocked out of him. Thankfully, Gabumon has recovered enough to catch him, and my partner breaks his fall a little.
"Stop!" I shout at her. She doesn't listen of course, instead punching at my clenched fingers around her waist and trying desperately to free herself. Failing that, she snarls and brings her elbow to my face, popping me hard in the nose. The momentary distraction is enough to force me to release my fingers, and she almost escapes my grasp. I reach out again and catch her by the hand, pulling her back. She spins back and falls into my chest.
Breifly, I entertain the thought that my girlfriend feels exactly like this, and I panic. The look she gives me next scares me: not because it's a glare, or a threat of a look of hatred. She looks just like Sora when she needs to be comforted, and it's reeking havoc on my brain. She notices.
"Matt," she whispers. Her lips are almost on mine.
"N... Nn..." I can't say anything.
She looks at me with those hazel brown eyes. "You're too late."
She shoves me. Hard. I stumble on my heels for a few steps, trying to maintain my balance before crashing to my butt. She frowns, her face full of determination, and spins away from me, her boots digging into the old brick floor. It's only then that I realize what she was doing: only when it's too late to stop her do I realize her goal. My eyes shoot wide open as my hand reaches for my empty belt buckle.
The clone has my digivice.
Gabumon leaps after her again, but she's out of the way before he's off the ground, soaring high above him as he lands hard on his stomach. Agumon, shaking off her earlier attack, charges from the front, but he just isn't fast enough. Her toned legs cross the distance between me and the computer console quickly. By the time our partners have caught up she's inserted my digivice into the receptacle and pressed upon it with all her might.
Agumon and Gabumon finally catch hold of her arms, but by then it's already too late. The clone heaves in deranged satisfaction as the little nodule takes my digivice and sinks beneath the metal casing.
"Crap." I groan, before turning back to Tai. "You okay?"
"Nn… I'll live." He grunts.
I bite my lip. "Gabumon?"
"I'm fine Matt."
"Agumon?"
"She poked me in the eye!" He snarls, his teeth dangerously close to her cheek.
I sigh and turn back to the girl, struggling in vain against the combined strength of Agumon and Gabumon. I glare at her, showing little sympathy. "Take it out."
"Gg… Why would I?" She snorts.
My frown deepens, and I approach her with clenched fists. "Get my digivice out of there. Now."
"You should… Nn… Be thanking me," she practically sings. "The computer is up. He'll be able to regain control of the dark network now. We won! And now we all get to go home together!"
I furrow my brows. I don't believe her. I turn back to Tai, who has struggled back to his feet. "Tai, what does this thing do?"
He shakes his head. "I don't know. And neither does she."
"I've told you already," she spits. "Wonders."
I frown. "Tai?"
"She doesn't know," he reiterates. "I don't know who brought her back, but she's been brainwashed into thinking that this'll help somehow. She's willing to do anything to see it through."
"What do you mean, anything?" Gabumon asks.
He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and letting his injured arm rest at his side. "She killed them," he admits. "Three of them at least. She left the rest to die in here."
"The researchers?"
He nods, turning to the survivors in their pods. "I don't think those eight belong to them. If they were here with the first team, I don't think they exist anymore."
I shake my head. "Why?"
The girl fidgets under our partners grip, suddenly looking ashamed. "It… It was them or me."
I turn to face her. My eyes wide. She turns away, unable to face me. That just makes my blood boil. "Well now it's just you! Their lives are on your hands. So you're going to tell me everything you –"
I don't get a chance to finish. The lights – already low in here – dim to almost black. There is the whirr of far away gears and the hiss of steam. I don't know where these sounds are coming from but I'm a little concerned.
The girl however, is smiling.
"See! Now you two can…"
The light dims again, and we hear the buzz of electricity before the light shuts off entirely. I reach out quickly behind me and catch hold of Tai. He yelps – the data beneath my fingers vibrates like a massage machine. I've grabbed the wrong arm. Matt you're an idiot.
"Matt you're an idiot!"
"S-sorry."
"Nobody panic." Gabumon advises.
There is a far away hiss, and the lights snap on again, blaring down on us unrelentingly. Agumon grips the girls arm tighter. "Can we start panicking now?"
We ignore him. Instead, we look up at the giant screen just under the eight survivors. It flashes on, providing more light than we had before. In the far left corner, a single white cursor blinks on and off again for several seconds. The five of us can only stare in shock when the cursor begins to move, words forming in English after it.
NOTICE: QUANTUM ACCELERATOR HAS BEEN INSERTED.
"What's it say?" Tai asks me.
"Something about a… Quantum Accelerator?" I answer.
DELIBERATING…
He frowns in the darkness. "The hell is a quantum accellerator?"
"I... I think it's my digivice." I tell him.
The computer is still typing.
DELIBERATING…
DELIBERATING…
…
APPROVED. SYSTEM START…
"What's it saying?" Tai frowns.
The clones eyes dart between us. "Quickly. You have to insert your D-Terminals now. The system will only be accessible for a few moments before…"
GREETINGS :) The screen types.
"Okay, my English is terrible," Tai confesses, "but that doesn't look like computer speak
"Is that a smiley?" Agumon asks.
Gabumon frowns. "Matt, what's going on?"
"…It's the life form."
"Eh?"
My blood runs cold. "I think it's trying to talk to us…"
There are a few seconds more of silence, each of us staring up at the computer screen... waiting. We don't have long to wait. The single cursor again starts moving across the screen, leaving letters along it's wake. When I decipher what it's written, my fears grow deeper.
…HELLO DIGIDESTINED…
We all shift uncomfortably, but we don't have time to discuss the latest sentence the 'lifeform' has given us. The screen hits a bit of static before coming in bright and clear – revealing… us. I frown. Somewhere in the room just above us is a camera. I frown and look up. A single red eye lies flat at the top of the screen. This thing has been watching us the whole time. "Tai," I point him in the direction of the flashing red light.
"Hmm," his frown deepens.
The girl shakes her head. "I… I don't understand. It was supposed to…"
Our image corrupts on the screen before she can finish, turning grey for a moment. Tiny words in English run down the side, but they come so quickly that I can't tell what's going on. Finally, the screen itself types out a few words.
BEGINNING THE DOWNLOAD…
Images start shifting on the screen above us then. Flashes of things we haven't seen. They pause briefly on a girls face – The clones face, I realize. She looks distraught on the image. Unsure. Around her are bodies dissipating – whose, I can't tell. But there are tell-tale signs of a deleted beings rising into the air. The images roll slowly, showing her ginger hair flowing in the wind. She shakes her head at us and turns, covering herself and keeping low to hide her exposed body. She is running away from something, we aren't sure exactly. But her pretty brown eyes are flashing with terror as she turns away from the stationary viewer, which can do nothing as she disappears down the corridor. The lights are flickering in the darkness as the last of the bodies fades into nothingness.
The girls eyes face the computer screen in surprise. "This is…"
The scene morphs rapidly from there, speeding through images where the girl apparently… kills guards? She looks like she's plugged to something, I can't tell. Tai doesn't look as shocked as I: maybe he knew, maybe she told him. Doesn't matter. When the image stops she's on a long metal slab. She looks younger: eleven or twelve. She isn't breathing and her eyes are closed. The film moves slowly as three-pronged metallic hands hover over her with various instruments. In the corner of the screen I see a few figures in robes not unlike the ones we saw her wearing in the beginning.
"A… A recording."
Tai shakes his head. "Not a recording."
I blink. "Then what?"
He turns to me. "Memories."
The girl bites her lip. "W-whose?"
The next image is dimmer, the lights faded in the background. But we can make out a little. It's the hub still, darker and worn. But now it isn't so empty. There are figures we can see. Humans. They walk around cautiously with pads and papers and flashlights and other devices whose make and models we can't be sure of. Our view is stationary and unmoving, but we see them all well. We see clearly when a skinny middle aged man with dark hair and glasses leans into the camera, followed by a brunette far younger than he. The brunette is a pretty thing, one who looks real familiar. The two humans stare back into the camera side by side as the image begins speeding up again.
"What is going on?" Gabumon whispers.
"He… He's just backing up his systems," The clone repeats to herself. "That's all… It's just."
"No." Tai shakes his head. "This is something else."
More jumbles. More flashes as we roll back this vision of time. The hub is lighter when we slow now. Younger. Full of yellows and gold's and browns. The vision is moving and shifting now. It has a body, a form. It's three-pronged hands are reaching out to the same metal slab and what looks like the same little girl positioned on top of it. But it isn't, I know. It can't be. That's Sora.
My Sora.
I want it to stop. I want to get in there and do something. But I can't. What I'm seeing happened seven years ago. And my best friend beat me to it. Of course back then he wasn't really my best friend. And she wasn't mine.
The video-memory continues. Sora struggles against her metal bonds while this thing presses buttons on the side of her prison. There's a weird orange light rolling over her; she looks terrified. The creature we're looking through pays her no mind, satisfied that his machine is working. He then turns around.
And there, across from the hanging screen, being built up wire by wire and bit by bit, is an exact replica of the little ginger girl lying on the slab. She's nearly finished, the only bits that need completing are her forehead up and the tips of her fingers. And three-fingered hand pokes at the skin of her nearly finished arm – the incomplete clone doesn't respond. Her eyes stare ahead blankly, even as a metallic arm guides a black wire to pierce the base of her neck.
We're seeing what he was seeing, when he was seeing it; rolling through his memories like a movie rolls through film.
The screen flips backwards once more. Now we're outside of the hub, flying across the deserts of Server, following lines of black wires at impressive speeds. Our viewer swivels in mid air to look behind him. A ridiculous looking monkey-thing with a pair of sunglasses and a teddy bear sewn into his waist is chasing after him. Our viewer raises a three-pronged hand and fires odd shaped bullets from the tips of his fingers at his monkey pursuer. The enemy is quick on his feet though, and manages to dodge the attacks we see. His mouth moves – he's speaking but we can't hear it. The monkey holds out his hand and a strange orb of dark green energy builds in his palm. The camera has no time to prepare himself before the orb is tossed into him. Our view rumbles and flits in and out of blackness, and we knew he's been hit. He tumbles between the sand and the sun until the victim lands with his eyes facing the horizon. We see the black wires continue to snake off, and in the distance notice the silhouette of an upside down pyramid.
"That's what happened to him." I realize.
"This place was his," Tai nods. "Etemon invaded and defeated him."
"We kinda knew that before." Agumon states.
Gabumon shakes his fur. "But seeing it happen from his eyes…"
The girl can only stare.
"Rei?" Tai asks, and I frown. After all that, he's still worried about her. He's still calling her Rei…
She shakes her head again and again in disbelief. "This isn't what he said would happen…"
The screen jumbles, one last time. We are in the hub again. Once more it is light, though this image must have been recorded long ago, for everything looks so new. The visionary is still mobile. He is young. The smooth golden floor is layered with inanimate black wires. Three-fingered hands lift and move them this way and that, here and there: connecting some and discarding others. Finally, a hand beckons, and a large screen drops in front of us, it's image acting as a mirror.
And for the first time in seven years we see him. Four metal legs jutting out from the side of a cylindrical base. A large metallic mouth connected to a much smaller jaw protrude expressionless, razor sharp teeth extending outside in perfectly shaped triangles. A perfectly rounded eye rests on one side of his steel mask, while the other, exposed by damage, stares unblinking out into the expanse of time. And resting there, floating behind a glass case, is the brain of the smartest Digimon in the world. We know for sure who he is now.
So too, does the girl.
She takes a step forwards. Agumon and Gabumnon pull against her for only a moment, before letting her go. There's not much point now. She's gotten what she wanted. Gingerly, she takes another step towards the monitor, scarred hands pacing beside her waist with clenched fists.
"Is… Is it still you?" She asks with trepidation.
The monitor remains blank a moment more before typing: YES.
"Good," she tries to sound relieved. "I was worried. Um… W-what's with the humans?"
THEY ARE BEING HELD.
"By what? The black wires?"
CORRECT.
"Are they... are they still alive?"
FROM WHAT I CAN TELL.
"W-what is it doing to them?"
EXTRACTING THEIR DATA.
She flinches. "If... If you regain control of the system, can you stop it ?"
I CAN.
Tai bites his lip and steps forward, his good hand clenched to my makeshift bandage. "Rei, you can't trust him. You know that!"
"He's gotten me this far," she turns and glares at him. "Which is more than I can say for you. And that isn't my name."
He goes to say more, but I raise a hand. "We've dealt with this guy before and paid a terrible price. Think about what you're doing here." I warn her.
She ignores me, turning her back on us and facing the monitor. "Is everything to your liking?"
The computer types: YES.
She takes a deep breath. "You… You promised now. Let them upload the anti-virus so the wires can stop-"
The monitor wastes no time in responding: NO.
She blinks, the weriness she felt during the flashing of memories etched in her form. "W-why not? Y-you said you couldn't control them anymore, so…"
THE SYSTEM IS BEGINNING TO RESPOND TO MY IMPULSES. IN MOMENTS, I WILL BE IN COMPLETE CONTROL OF MY FACULTIES. THERE IS NO NEED NOW TO DESTROY THEM.
"T-then at least hold up your end of the deal," she demands. "You got what you wanted. Now it's my turn. I want the wires pulled from the sands like you promised. I want you to let those humans go. And I… I want to go home."
Upon the screen, in bright letters, a final message types itself out for us.
FOOLISH CONSTRUCT. YOU ARE HOME.
If this clone is capable of having blood, then I've just seen it wash away from her face.
"Rei?" Tai hesitates.
She looks at the screen in sudden terror. "No…"
She doesn't finish. The screen goes completely dark for a moment, before a pair of red dots burn their way through the LCD. Rei… the clone… whatever she is stumbles in retreat, her mouth agape at the angry eyes glaring at us. She turns around. From the beginning - from her creation till now - she'd been deceived. And now she was about to meet her maker. Literally.
She gives us one final look of horror.
The first cable comes out of nowhere, bursting out of a compartment underneath the console and ramming the girl in the spine. There's a sickening snap as her data reformats to include the black line she's now connected to. She screams, and Tai lurches forward to save her: I hold him back. I have to. The blood is rushing from my face now and I feel a cold chill prick the hairs on my arms. There's nothing we can do for her right now. He has her.
Two more wires fire from secret compartments in the floor, wrapping around the girls legs and invading her defenses via her outer thigh. More shoot out from the ceiling and break through her skin, plugging beneath her shoulder blades, her hips, her arms. At some point she stops screaming. She stops doing a whole lot of things after that. When all is done, she hangs like a marionette, her 'strings' unmoving, making no sound.
Briefly I think she may be dead.
And then her body jerks as the black wires that have embedded themselves inside of her begin pumping something into her wiring, for we see the little bulges race from their point of origin inside of her. The body rises from it's slump, her extremeties twitching as something invades. Our partners scramble back to us, the same look of shock and horror etched on their faces. Finally, the pumping ceases, and all we're left with is a girl whose back, legs, and arms remain connected to the Dark Network. Her face is still as pretty as ever, but now it looks so lifeless. That is until it tilts up and opens it's eyes.
Eyes that now burn bright red.
"AH, TO HAVE A TRUE VOICE AGAIN!"
Her voice is a high screech, each syllable punctuated with impressive articulation. It's masculine, with maybe a hint of European to it, though I'm sure that last part is just my imagination. It's also cold, calculated, methodical… evil. That, I don't imagine. I frown. I've heard that voice before.
The clone flexes her fingers, the black wires embedded in her skin pulsing with dark energy. She smiles manically now, and I know at least that this smile doesn't belong to her. She turns to us, her head tilted with amusement. "SUCH A DETESTABLE FORM. BUT ONE I SHALL HAVE TO DEAL WITH FOR THE MOMENT IF I AM TO BE RID OF YOU." The grin grows wider, to the point that I wonder if the clone is in pain. "IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME, HASN'T IT DIGIDESTINED?"
There's no doubt anymore. No confusion. We have met our enemy. And we know him well.
Tai takes a step forward. "So you've been here all this time… Eh, Datamon?"
GODFALL
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