Continued from here.
Let’s face it, Mark wasn’t going to get to home in time. Mark had to stop right here. Otherwise Gaomon might not make it. “I-It’ll be okay Gaomon! ... Fuck! I don’t know what to do! I don’t have any first aid supplies with me and I didn’t bring my health cards! Shit... Don’t die on me... Please!” That was when Mark turned around to see someone willing to help. They had a Digimon as well, instant trust. “Hey! Please, help me! I don’t have anything to help him with! I need help! Just hurry and do what you need to do!”
This was a grave situation indeed, Mark remembering the time he nearly lost Gaomon to an Omnimon. He had a close call, but he didn’t want to lose him here. No, after that kind of mistake? Hell no, he would curse and hate himself for all of eternity! All of this made Mark not being able to think straight. Even a brave person who is good can have moments of weakness.
