"I'm sorry, all of what you said is only feeding my curiosity." Babel commented.

I looked down. "One of these days, people will leave dangerous things alone when I tell them to. Today is evidently not that day." I moved over, grabbing a seat at the table. "Okay, let's try this again. I'll tell you about the dangers posed by following your curiosity, and if you're even remotely sane, you'll leave it well alone."

I held my hand up, a large blue transparent orb appearing in my hand. "Imagine that this is your world. Your dimension. It contains your planet, your solar system, your galaxy, your entire universe."

A small green orb appeared. "Now imagine that this is the Digital World. It isn't nearly as big as your dimension, but is very, very big nonetheless."

A third, even smaller, red orb appeared. "Now imagine that this is the D-Reaper. It's going to eat the Digital World, and your planet. The rest of your dimension will be fine, but the Digital World and your planet are screwed."

I held up my other hand, making a number of grey spheres appear, and spreading them throughout the room. "Now imagine that these are other dimensions. Their size varies, most are the size of yours, containing entire universes, some are much smaller, containing less space. The D-Reaper cannot reach any of these dimensions, and they are thus safe from it. Although, some of them have their own problems, but that isn't relevant to anything."

I shrunk them all, bringing them into a densely packed sphere the size of the softball, wrapping a transparent white orb around them. "Now, imagine that this is the multiverse. It contains all of those dimensions, from the several thousand that I showed you, the several million more that I didn't, as well as your Dimension, and the Digital World."

I stood up, conjuring a black baseball bat, writing the words 'Bad Things' along the side. I held it up, showing it to them. "Now, imagine that this is the consequences that come from exploring the things that I told you you're better off not knowing about." I reared the bat up. "This is what happens when one idiot decides to abuse those things."

I swung the bat, slamming it into the conjured ball, shattering it with the sound of cracking glass, sending little motes of light across the room, which faded away a few moments later.

It wasn't that far away from what happened to The World, now that I think about it. Giant whole piece, Bad Things happen to it, lots of motes of light scattered everywhere.

For a few moments, I held still, letting them absorb that.

"Do you understand why this is a bad thing now?" I asked, rhetorically.

I could see that they now knew why.

I sat back down, plonking the bat down on the table.

"I take the concept of completely multiversal destruction rather seriously." I stated. "Which is why I want nobody messing around with those things. If you know what's good for you and everybody else, you'll forget that I ever mentioned it in the first place."

I let the bat vanish, slumping over slightly.

"Sorry for springing that on you."

"Hey!" Takato called, rushing over to me.

Guilmon followed behind him, moving at a more sedate pace.

"Yes, Takato?"

His eyes shot around, looking for anyone.

There wasn't anyone nearby.

"You're being remarkably skittish, Takato." I noted. "What happened?"

He turned back to me. "In private?" He begged.

I couldn't say no to him, not while his face was twisted with worry.

In an instant, I took the three of us to my dimension, Takato breathing a sigh of relief the second he saw we were alone- and then promptly proceeded to start pacing back and forth.

My head tilted to the side.

Okay, this is officially right at the point of worry.

"Guilmon? Hug him."

Guilmon smiled.

A few moments later, both he and Takato were lying down on the suddenly plush floor, the latter sprawled with the former's head on his chest, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

"Okay, now that you're slightly more calm," I walked over, sitting next to him. "Why don't you tell me what it is that's bothering you?"

He bit his lower lip.

And then pushed upwards, Guilmon sliding off him. "Guilmon?"

Guilmon nodded, and paused.

A second later, his eyes glowed red, a spectral tail lancing out at the ground behind him, cutting up the plush.

I stared at him.

"Guilmon can do that now." Takato said.

Absentmindedly, I fixed the plush, still staring at him.

"That was Megidramon's tail." I noted. "Much smaller and ephemeral, but that was Megidramon's tail."

"I noticed!"

"How did you discover that?" I asked.

"Nearly fell off a ledge." He answered, flailing slightly. "Then Guilmon's eyes glow, and Megidramon's hand pulls me back."

"Huh." I eloquently answered.

That's...

Well, canon had the whole thing with Beelzemon's bullets, and Guilmon manifesting Megidramon's tail to save his and Takato's life, but this was...

A little different.

I looked at Takato again, and blinked.

"Guilmon? Can you do that again?"

He nodded.

Again, a second later, the spectral tail appeared, slicing apart the plush.

But I wasn't looking at him- no, this time, I was focusing on Takato.

Which meant that I didn't miss how Takato's irises deepened to a darker shade of red- the exact same colour of Megidramon's body.

I looked at the boy's Heart and Soul, and the bond that he shared with Guilmon's Heart and Soul.

It... looked the same -though it was much, much stronger-, but...

"One more time, Guilmon."

For the third time, Guilmon's eyes glowed.

And this time, I saw.

The power of their bond, alongside the Hazardous nature.

What is otherwise impossible is made into reality.

Breaking the rules to produce a temporary effect.

The creation of a brief, ethereal body.

I fixed the cushion again.

"Okay."

That...

Hmm.