And to that Minervamon slightly wilts, just a bit. "My poor perfect metaphor..." She's a child at heart.

"Never to this one before, but Digital Worlds all across existence have brought in Chosen when they need saving. Heroes. I guess... The world doesn't want to be merged. I didn't bring you here, Jupitermon didn't, no force or god-- it did. It's asking for help." And she frowns very slightly. "I wish I knew the what just as much as you did. If I had to guess, stop the ARCloner from getting the worlds together, set them apart. Fix what Jupitermon's set wrong."