Nodding, Sakuyamon mulls this new information over. Jupitermon appears to be everyone's target, for better or worse. She's not going to thank Titamon, but sometimes wrongs are necessary for the good of all. It doesn't change the fact that Terminal Tokyo was destroyed and these newly appeared Gods don't seem to care who they sweep up in their in-fighting. That was a concern - for her, if nobody else.

The Digital World was her home, for better or worse, and although she'd been mad at the Chosen once for failing to protect it so understood. This was not their world, and they were not beholden to it. If they did not wish to protect it, that was their prerogative but it was unreasonable to expect them to fight against Gods - ones who had destroyed the closest thing that the Chosen had to a home. HospiTown, although functional, was a poor substitute - a shoddy half-way home for ones who had already lost too much.

"And what of you? Where do you fall in this?"