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[Video // Second Transformation]
[For all you night owls out there, Vanguard decides that now (just five minutes past midnight in an abandoned house at the edge of HospiTown) is the perfect time to voice his displeasure.:]
As you are all my witness, there is nothing here, there's no such things as ghosts, and if this rickety old house comes crashing down on our heads, it's Bumblebee's fault.
[Bumblebee shines his flashlight back at Vanguard and the D-terminal with an amused smile, Vanguard gives an indignant scoff.]
I'm not scared. I'm annoyed
[Bumblebee laughs silently, patting Vanguard as he moves past. Vanguard murmurs irately and paws his impeccably groomed mane back into place. Ghosts may not exist, but Digimon ghost types certainly exist. Even the small ones are a pain to deal with, dispatched with a good fireball. But the higher level ones? Best to stay away from those altogether.]
Can we just go now?
[Bee sighs. Fine, they can head home, if that's what he wants. Of course, that's when the camera catches a glimpse of something: moonlight pouring in from a window flickers on the wall behind him, like a shadow dashing across the light. Floorboards in the distance give off a terrible groan, wood creaking under something's weight. The orb of light from Bumblebee's flashlight creeps down the long, dark corridor. The beam hardly penetrates the stifling darkness to reveal a room at the end of the hallway, its door half fallen off its hinges.]
[The D-terminal's camera starts to shake from unsteady hands. And as camera focuses, two slivers of light stare back at them. Soft mumbling carries down the hallway as the D-terminal's shaking intensifies.]
[Bumblebee, stricken more with curiosity and wariness than fear, takes a tentative step forward. Bewildered, Vanguard snatches Bumblebee's sleeve]
What're you doing-!?
[As if in response to the noise, the two slivers of eyes disappear into the dark. A voice that is neither Bumblebee's nor Vanguard's hisses vehemently right next to the D-terminal:]
-can't take it from me!
[The inhuman noise that comes from Vanguard is so panicked and high pitched, it's practically comical. His flailing knocks the flashlight from Bee's hand, and the D-Terminal goes sailing with it. Both hit the ground with a clatter.]
[The last thing the feed picks up is the sound of rapid footsteps in the dark. The feed cuts.]
As you are all my witness, there is nothing here, there's no such things as ghosts, and if this rickety old house comes crashing down on our heads, it's Bumblebee's fault.
[Bumblebee shines his flashlight back at Vanguard and the D-terminal with an amused smile, Vanguard gives an indignant scoff.]
I'm not scared. I'm annoyed
[Bumblebee laughs silently, patting Vanguard as he moves past. Vanguard murmurs irately and paws his impeccably groomed mane back into place. Ghosts may not exist, but Digimon ghost types certainly exist. Even the small ones are a pain to deal with, dispatched with a good fireball. But the higher level ones? Best to stay away from those altogether.]
Can we just go now?
[Bee sighs. Fine, they can head home, if that's what he wants. Of course, that's when the camera catches a glimpse of something: moonlight pouring in from a window flickers on the wall behind him, like a shadow dashing across the light. Floorboards in the distance give off a terrible groan, wood creaking under something's weight. The orb of light from Bumblebee's flashlight creeps down the long, dark corridor. The beam hardly penetrates the stifling darkness to reveal a room at the end of the hallway, its door half fallen off its hinges.]
[The D-terminal's camera starts to shake from unsteady hands. And as camera focuses, two slivers of light stare back at them. Soft mumbling carries down the hallway as the D-terminal's shaking intensifies.]
[Bumblebee, stricken more with curiosity and wariness than fear, takes a tentative step forward. Bewildered, Vanguard snatches Bumblebee's sleeve]
What're you doing-!?
[As if in response to the noise, the two slivers of eyes disappear into the dark. A voice that is neither Bumblebee's nor Vanguard's hisses vehemently right next to the D-terminal:]
-can't take it from me!
[The inhuman noise that comes from Vanguard is so panicked and high pitched, it's practically comical. His flailing knocks the flashlight from Bee's hand, and the D-Terminal goes sailing with it. Both hit the ground with a clatter.]
[The last thing the feed picks up is the sound of rapid footsteps in the dark. The feed cuts.]
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[He hesitates. A long time. Long enough to where his answer is probably going to be obvious.]
Yes.
Someone who means everything to me... he said as much. He would never lie to me.
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That doesn't make you angry at all?
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It's upsetting... yes.
But it's true. [Shadowmaru said so. Therefore it's the absolute truth.] And... now humans can't argue I'm not alive.
Not when I'm like this.
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[Who means enough to Kagerou that he would accept something that horrible as truth?]
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A prototype has no purpose, if their design isn't used for an upgraded model, right?
[It's harsh, but, for some reason, saying it makes him smile a little. Shyly, almost.]
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[He hates to type it, because it seems so cruel. Even if Kagerou seems almost... fond of the idea.] To replace you?
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That was why I was made, after all. So that he could be perfect.
[He says it so simply, too. As if there's nothing at all wrong with it.]
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[And his words are in no way sarcastic or ironic. It's a genuine wish on the other's behaf.]
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[He hopes so. He has to believe so.]
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But, now -- I haven't seen him since coming here. I haven't seen him for months, now.
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Must be hard to be separated from him after all that time together.
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[It is. He just tries not to think about it, lately.]
Yes. It is.
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[There's that little flicker of something on his face when he says it. Before it fades and he tilts his head to one side.]
No one has ever asked me questions like this.
Is it really that interesting to you?
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If you ask my teammates, they'll tell you I've always been this curious. About Earth, about humans, about this world and everyone in it.
I like learning about people. About the good in them. And about what's really important to them.
[And this last part is a little closer to his spark.]
They remind me what I'm fighting for.
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[And it is sort of fun to hear about things. To find out more. Provided, of course, someone is willing to teach him. Which isn't always the case.]
Fighting --
You're in the war too. The one Wheeljack talked about. Aren't you?
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[Perceptive, Kagerou.]
I am. Arcee and Wheeljack and I are on the same side. They're teammates from my world.
More than teammates, actually.
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[Sometimes, even the most naive BP unit can figure things out!]
They're your friends?
That's what you mean, isn't it?
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They're family.
[His answer is simple, but if they were in the same room, he would see a deep fondness in his expression.]
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You're lucky, you know? To have something like that.
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[Someone he spent time with, missed and cared for.]
It sounds like you already do.
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That's... all it takes to be a family with someone?
[He'd never thought of it that way.]
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I don't know if I can even really explain it.
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But you're alive. Aren't you? Don't all living things have families?
[He smiles faintly, sadly.]
You know more of it than I do.
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