A/N: This is a fairly serious scene, that would take place after the Crystal War. I kind of... I guess, felt a need to write it. Spoilers for that story, whenever I get around to writing it.
Lightning crackled from his fingertips, down his blade and out into an arc before him. He roared out in fury at the being before him as he launched bolt after bolt, occasionally taking the time to throw himself at the figure to take a physical swipe himself. Even though the electricity he commanded was far more powerful, it still felt extremely satisfying to slice into the flesh of this one being.
He dodged the attacks that came at him, and weathered those that were weaker and he knew he could withstand. He honestly didn't care how injured he became, and kept moving forward for it. Nothing hurt anyway, not as it would have had this battle taken place during the war. And compared to what pain he had felt…
He wished this digimon were still alive so that this battle could be real, not merely a data projection. He wanted revenge for everything, for what this being had done, for all the suffering caused, the agony that still panged within him every time he looked at his partner.
So much anger and rage, mixed with the sorrow and grief. Emotions from those moments kept bubbling within him, hot as they manifested into the lightning that escaped from him. He shouted as his blade slashed out again and again, the room practically exploding as his own fury became a crackling whirlwind of energy. He could hear the last cry of the digimon.
He felt no pity.
"And you can burn in hell, you bastard!" he screamed.
The room faded. Everything became white, the heat from the air cooling as his own senses registered. He was not standing, no, he was sitting, his eyes were closed, he could feel the dots on his head where electrodes connected his consciousness to the machine at the forefront of the room.
He felt oddly fulfilled, yet shaken by what had come through him.
"… Davis, you're done. You finished him."
He opened his eyes and saw Tai standing there, gazing sadly. He tried to answer, but found to his surprise that nothing came out but a choked sob, as the images rose in his mind again, images that he had tried so hard to forget but knew he never would.
"I still wish it was the real thing," he barely whispered. "But... you guys were right. It's a good thing I wasn't in the battle that actually killed him…"
Tai placed his hands on his shoulders. "It's over though. You feel better now?"
Davis took a long breath. "Yeah. I do."
Nicole was sitting in a nearby chair, staring at the screen which was now blank. She looked over at him, her face slightly pale but otherwise impassive.
"So you're done with it," she said in an oddly controlled voice. "What do you want to do with the SIM data now?"
Davis knew exactly what he wanted.
"Delete it," he stated. "I never want to see that thing again. But only after Veemon gets a chance at him too."