Small Flower 01 [Video]

[whatisthislife]

[BlackWargreymon takes a moment to compose himself as he turns on the communicator. Attached to his wrist, it shows him from a low angle, his horns jutting out of the frame while the sun light glints off his helm.]

I...would like to ask for advice.

[He pauses, as once again he tries to collect his thoughts.]

My presence here...confuses me. My life ended due to a grievous wound, yet here I stand, whole and unharmed. I believe I was brought here in order to aid the efforts to return the Real World and the Digital World to normal, but I do not understand how my data could be replicated so well. I have not tested this body to its limits, but I will not do so until I have found a space where such destruction as I was capable of will not have ill effects.

Does...any of you have some theory, for what may have allowed me to be revived this way?

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[digimonqueen]

Whenever you want, say the word, and we'll go.

[ Her arms are folded stiffly against her chest and she still refuses to match his gaze, but her partner peers curiously at the other digimon. ]

How did you pass in your world, anyway?

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[whatisthislife]

I am willing to go as soon as you are able.

...I do not understand, though, what you mean by "passing."

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[digimonqueen]

[ Of course not. Passing is a human expression, foreign to BlackWarGreymon, so she sweeps a hand through the air as she amends her inquiry. ]

How did your life end? What were you fighting?

.. Renamon and I can go tonight, if you'd rather go in the evening, or tomorrow after training. Whatever you're up for.

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[whatisthislife]

I received a grievous injury in the Real World from a Digimon who threatened the balance between the worlds. I gave the last of my energy to seal the gate to the Digital World from there.