BlackWarGreymon hadn't gone far after leaving the Terminal Room and Culumon. For now, he was standing near the side of a building, collecting his thoughts. He was, first and foremost, uncertain of what to do with himself.
Culumon, and the message from Izumi, had mentioned something about the worlds being merged. He knew that would spell disaster for both worlds if it was not fixed, and it took him little time to decide that he would aid the Chosen Children in any way he was able.
That was not what left him confused. He watched children - and adults - as they left the Terminal Room with their Digimon partners, but he could not be certain that he should interact with them. Surely none of them had encountered anything like him before, and if his time in the Digital World had told him anything, he knew full well that his very presence was threatening. He had no desire to instill fear in those he intended to aid, but he did not know any way to approach them without doing so.
He would concern himself with how his body existed in time....first he would attempt to meet these Chosen...somehow.
Near the main Terminal
Culumon, and the message from Izumi, had mentioned something about the worlds being merged. He knew that would spell disaster for both worlds if it was not fixed, and it took him little time to decide that he would aid the Chosen Children in any way he was able.
That was not what left him confused. He watched children - and adults - as they left the Terminal Room with their Digimon partners, but he could not be certain that he should interact with them. Surely none of them had encountered anything like him before, and if his time in the Digital World had told him anything, he knew full well that his very presence was threatening. He had no desire to instill fear in those he intended to aid, but he did not know any way to approach them without doing so.
He would concern himself with how his body existed in time....first he would attempt to meet these Chosen...somehow.