Minervamon nods slowly, seemingly neutral.

"Well... There you have it. I guess that's that, then."

As she moves her head, a blue brain falls across her shoulder.

"Jupitermon... He's the one I need to fight. It'd be nice if you trusted me...but I can wait." Minervamon's smile remains. "When I said prove, I didn't think it'd happen over night."

She eats more of the food Kit's brought. A tiny twitch of her lips to the young Chosen. A tiny smile, brighter.