For 293 - character: Piemon
24. Lovely
Sometimes death is quiet.
Sometimes it's bright, sometimes it's loud. It's almost always messy.
Humans clean their dead. Digimon leave nothing behind. The data was absorbed into the current cycle, recycled, reclaimed, remade.
This was Piemon's second death. It was a little more noble than the first. How lovely.
How boring. Maybe next time he'd live a bit longer, untethered, unflinching. Free.
Free.
He should apologize to Sigma next time. He'd brought him into this world after all. He'd shown him this pain. But then, that was something neither of them were good with.