For the game flash: 315 - prompt: minister
4. Keyhole
-Clavis prayed for the departed, as no one else could, really.
Alphamon had been lost a long time ago. It was almost ironic. If he understood irony at any rate. He had always been a straightforward kind of 'mon.
He would spend hours in the citadel, waiting for his friend to return. To come back and say to him: We can agree to disagree, on this. But of course, Alphamon was too hard hearted. He would never come.
Why would he? After all, humans came here to pray and humans were an existence he abhorred.
Yet even they needed prayer and love and guidance, much like Digimon. Was it so wrong to offer it, especially when they wandered into their world?
He could see Alphamon's eyes narrow in disgust. He had nothing to say with them.
To each their own in the end.