[Directory] Forlorn isn't just an Emotion

[Hellfighter 17]

?Ugh!? sighed the young woman heavily. "When am I going to find something around here," the place seemed to be getting to her, "There's nothing!" Her cries went unheard since she had abandoned the only person who had befriended her.

Her feet were beginning to grow sore, since she was only wearing some worn out sneakers. As far as she could see there was nothing but this desolate wasteland, and the constant stinging of her behind wouldn't escape her mind. Maybe I shouldn't have left Betamon. . . The situation seemed bleak, and it had appeared as though the rookie knew his way around here, I hope he's o? She shook her violently. No! I do not care what happens to him! She tried to assure herself in her feelings, but the present situation did not allow her to think all that straight.

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Betamon continued to waddle around quietly in his sulking state. His head was lowered, which did not offer for much sight capability, but he managed to avoid all of the divots and bumps that were plotted about the area. Eventually he lifted up his head because he noticed a peculiarity in the corner of his eye. He squinted his bright, ruby eyes and he swears that he saw the baggy sweater of Micla. At first his eyes widened in excitement, but when the figure disappeared a moment later, he went back to his former state of melancholy.