Gazimon jumped up into his partner's lap, shaking him in an effort to rouse him. "No! He just- I ain't never seen him do this before, okay? He's still breathing, but it's like he's switched off or something- should we shout for help or- or lay him down?! He was just saying not to panic but this sure seems like something to panic over!"

Leomon, dead. Not back to an egg like the shows, dead. Gone forever. Juri screaming, Megalogrowmon's failure and injury. Beelzebumon was going to kill them, these children- the youngest had to be four at the oldest, who- what sort of monster would drag children into a place like this-

And then the transformation. Sweet, adorable Guilmon, sucking in data like a black hole, growing, feeding.

His lips formed the words, though not with his voice. "I'll make you hurt. I'll make you pay."

He watched in silence as Megidramon emerged, roared with a voice that shook heaven and earth and threatened to bring it all crashing down, reminded horrifyingly of the Final Days, of how those who'd succumbed to despair and hate had been consumed by Dynamis, transformed into abominations with no hope of recovery, and for a terribly moment he'd thought that Meteion's song had reached this world...

But that couldn't have been possible. Their black Dynamis was nowhere to be found, and the skies had not burned- no, not armageddon, just another tragedy before his eyes.

In the end, it hadn't even been enough. Beelzebumon had ripped yet more data away from his comrades, left Megidramon broken and bleeding on the ground. How could they even hope to

Taiki emerged from the fog of the Echo with a start, straightening suddenly and sending Gazimon leaping backwards in surprise, the gray-furred digimon recovering admirably and standing up with a worried expression. "The fuck was that?! You just prone to fainting at random or something- do I gotta worry about hauling yer ass out of danger in the middle of a fight now- Taiki. Seriously, what the fuck-"

"Peace. Please." He winced, rubbing his forehead. "I'm sorry. Truly. It's not... it's not an issue, usually, it's something that... happens, from time to time." He was crying, and of course he was, the emotions in these blasted things always overwhelmed him every godsdamned time... "It's complicated. Sometimes, when people are feeling- particularly strong emotions around me, or reflecting on strongly... emotionally- charged memories. I- see things. Fragments of the events they're remembering as though I was there I've no control over it whatsoever and Takato I'm so sorry..."

Gazimon just... stared. That was. A lot.