[That short exchange between digimon and replica (or both replicas or ... it gets confusing) tells Terra a lot, and filled in more gaps than they're probably aware. It's weighed quietly, measured against what he knows of life and its endless possibilities ... and then put away as not particularly important.

What someone was never mattered as much to him as who they were.]

They say it doesn't matter what people call you so much as what you choose to respond to. If you want that to be Aiden, then I'll stick with Aiden.

[Easy enough. If he suddenly decided he wanted to be named Tim instead of Terra, nobody else's insistence would change that! ... Though he liked his name just fine.

It seemed though, that this particular young man wasn't so different from these SCOPE partners he kept hearing about. How deep did the similarities go? Just appearance? Terra crosses his arms over his chest, but his expression seems more amused and thoughtful than anything else. Wanting to be other places than where he was now seemed to be one common thing.]

Take it easy and go exploring then. Wandering around checking out the sights doesn't need to happen at a dead run. I was going to go look around myself, Dorumon said there might be a beach nearby.

[The purple saurian rubs his snout with both hands, an oddly embarrassed gesture.] It might just be rocks.