She didn't reply this time, body relaxed against his, breathing low and steady. Tears still dampened his collar, but no longer ran. Evidently she had finally fallen asleep.

"She does that sometimes..." murmured the low, rumbling voice of Musashi from the foot of the bed. He didn't move, curled next to Kudamon, comfortable with the other digimon from the team.

"Cries, I mean. About you. About Lord Seifer and Lord Dante and all the others. She interpreted the information on the terminal very negatively. And after witnessing that death and injury are reparable, she assumes nothing here is real. Even me. She doesn't understand that the data is energy, and energy cannot be destroyed. It will always exist. Everything is real...just a different reality. But she doesn't understand. And she cries because she's afraid of going back and being alone again."

He sighed, glowing eyes staring at nothing before closing so he could go back to sleep.

"I do not like that she wants to spend so much time with everyone else, but I thank you for at least attempting at friendship with her. She is my Chosen, my partner...and I want her happy. Regardless of my reservations."