Compared to meat growing on a bush, a star shaped fruit isn't that weird is it? What made that fruit odd was what people say it can do. Who knows if it's really true though.

[He'd seen them, not so long ago. There hadn't been the time to put the legend to the test, and he almost regretted it. When would he be able to return there? Ever?]

I guess that's a good way to do it. Dorumon doesn't seem interested. Might as well sit down, they could be gone a while. It's quiet here, as far as I can tell.

[Terra's not standing on ceremony, it seems, content to settle between clumps of torn earth and reach for one of the hard metal spheres Dorumon had earlier produced and spat out. It's bounced thoughtfully in one hand. Like a small cannonball, really.]

We're not there, are we.

[He sounds thoughtful.]