Tony wasn't the only one who had the idea of that digivolve thing not happening. Bruce, for one, knew he wasn't quite for the job either - especially when things like emotions were what the Digimon fed off in their evolutions. Considering his own condition... Bruce didn't quite want to think what might happen if that time ever came.

The sooner he could leave this world, the better. It was for everyone else's sake more than his own.

"Impossible is a rather relative term at this point, considering where we are," he went, a wry look on his face as he contiuned to watch Dorumon and Floramon playing with the snow. Floramon had agreed to the snow building, and right now the two digimon were attempting to make a snow... something. He wasn't entirely sure what.

He glanced back at Tony. "Considering how everything is made of data here, I suppose its not much of a stretch to deem it possible."