[Right away, he walks in, or at least starts to, before something seems to stop and he has an internal struggle, should he go in or not, wait, wait, why can't he think? He's gotten used to just walking right in, so after a moment of internal panic he just settles on breathing slow, or at least trying to.]

I can't do this. We, we've, we're going out there, or they're coming here, I can't do this, I barely have my, my head on, I'm not ready for this, I'll screw up.

[Lucemon floats behind him, holding the D-Terminal, one hand on his shoulder.]