The child was pulled away for a visitor, and Renamon watched him go with some kind of remorse. Hopefully it was no one too important, but even as she thought that, she wondered if that was the correct hope to carry. In the end, the Digimon shook her head, and moved to stand up. At the least, there was still some time left in the shift. Perhaps she’d find another to speak with.
…But the prospect seemed suddenly too tiring. She glanced at the aisles of books and then retreated to a table to sit at, leaning her weight on her arms atop it. How many days had she been here? How many visitors had come to torment the ones that loved them most? How much more would they all have to go through before this ended? What should she do?
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The child was pulled away for a visitor, and Renamon watched him go with some kind of remorse. Hopefully it was no one too important, but even as she thought that, she wondered if that was the correct hope to carry. In the end, the Digimon shook her head, and moved to stand up. At the least, there was still some time left in the shift. Perhaps she’d find another to speak with.
…But the prospect seemed suddenly too tiring. She glanced at the aisles of books and then retreated to a table to sit at, leaning her weight on her arms atop it. How many days had she been here? How many visitors had come to torment the ones that loved them most? How much more would they all have to go through before this ended? What should she do?
She didn’t know. She didn’t know anymore.