The group of Smackdown and Raw Digidestined cluster around as Mox storms up to them, an angry look on his face as he takes them all, his gaze lingering on Ziggler. "It's done?"
"Yes," Rhea informs him, staying in his line of sight even as Mox paces around, trying to get a glance at all of the digidestined. It's clear, however, when her attempts have failed and he spots Seth held in Owens' arms. "Whoa now-"
Before she can move, however, Mox is barrelling past her, getting up in Owens' face, snarling. "What happened?" Despite the anger in his voice, his touch seems surprisingly gentle as he pulls Seth away from Owens and eases him down onto the ground, examining him.
"We were about to leave," Owens snaps back, voice growing louder with each spoken word. "We have to find the NXT Digidestined, we have to get the hell out of here before something else bad happens!"
Mox scoffs. "How much worse could it get?" he demands, tapping Seth's face. "C'mon, Rollins, ya lazy sack of crap, open your damn eyes." He grimaces and shakes his head, looking around. "Where's Betamon?"
Heath approaches hesitantly and lowers Botamon onto Seth's chest. "Found him hopping around over there, looks like he depowered pretty suddenly." He leans over and pats Botamon gently on the head. "You guys'll be ok now, buddy."
Botamon chirps tearfully at him before twisting around and nuzzling against Seth, whining at his responseless partner.
"C'mon, man, ya really gonna leave your partner here cryin' over you as you sleep?" Mox demands, the worry on his face discrediting the disgust and impatience in his voice. He waits, he holds his breath, about to say something else even worse than before to get Seth angry, to make him want to open his eyes and say something ugly back in return.
Before he can find the appropriate words, Seth's fingers twitch. Then his head shifts to the left and he lets out a weak whisper of a moan.
Mox thinks it may be one of the best things he's ever heard.
