[Directory] Forlorn isn't just an Emotion

[Hellfighter 17]

The illusion had made the digimon delve deeper into his state of consciousness, but there wasn?t really all too much to think about. All he had ever known was that he would one day have a friend?Micla?but now that that knowledge turned out to be false, he was left with the question: ?What was there?? The question seemed irreconcilable. ?What was there?? ?What was there?? he finally asked allowed, but no voice spoke up to answer him. He had by now stopped and his head was trying to comprehend that little query. His crimson eyes, large and before full of energy, were now squinting in determination. This was quite the perplexing question indeed, but he was not sure in his ability to give a suffice answer.

?Betamon. . .? The girl?s cries had reached the digimon?s ?ears.? The fish-like monster perked up at hearing this and immediately regained some of his former vigour. The next reaction he had was that it might have merely been all in his mind, but that idea was overwhelmed by the hope he had been filled with by the uttering of his name. ?. . .Betamon. . .?

?I?m coming, Micla!?