It's difficult to walk, some of the group is injured and need help, the rest of them are just tired and falling apart, either from the stress of the battles they'd been in, the heavy weight of the world itself, or losing partners. Mike, especially, looks blank eyed and barely talks as they trudge through the sand, trying to find the NXT Digidestined.

"As soon as we get there," Mox says, one hand secured around one of the posts of the shoddily made cot they have Seth's prone body on, the other holding his digivice out to track the dots on the map, leading them hopefully to where the NXT guys are at, "We'll collect them, see if we can help them at all, and then go home."

Heath lets out a shuddering noise behind him and Mox only just turns his head to glance at him, mollified a little when the man blushes and looks away. "Home sounds good, s'all," he mumbles, planting his feet and holding his corner of Seth's cot a little higher.

Mox cuts him some slack, turns his attention back onto his digivice. "We're close," he says. "Probably over this stretch of sand, they should be in sight." He hopes so anyway. Heath isn't the only one weary down to his bones.

Mox never thought he would've missed seeing the outrageous, brightly colored digimon of File Island, but now, after so long in this depressing wasteland, he thinks he might kiss the first color he sees that isn't grey, white or black. For now, though, they need to move.

His eyes rest uncertainly on Seth's pale face, hating how vulnerable his former partner looks in this moment. "Can't take a break, sorry, I know you're tired, but we're almost caught up with everyone, and then we'll be one step closer to going home," he yells out to the other digidestined, hoping that it will help motivate them to move a little faster.

"Almost there," he mutters to Seth. "Just hang in there." He ignores the look Heath shoots his way, adjusts his grip on the cot handles, and continues to walk forward determinedly.