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“Try not to think of it as taking lives, Hikari.”

His voice, soft ; always was, around the one of his likeness.

“I know it’s hard, it’s always going to be h a r d; but [[ it’s them, or us.]] It’s a hard life to live, a hard battle to fight, but we’ve done it for years.”

Kouji looked her over, her slumped shoulders, her internal struggle. He knew it, knew it too well, the conflicting emotions and questions he [ nor anyone ] could ever find the answer.

He fought it, the urge to touch her - too afraid, too convinced that, like his twin, she had the chance to disappear into a cloud of darkness. She, like his security, sli pp i n g through his fingers, a w  a   y from his grasp.

Gaze of dark blue [locked] on the cat-like digmon not too far off, nursing her wounds, the data of the defeated aiding to her cause.

Kouji was n o t a fan of cats; Hikari’s safety, however.. That he treasured.

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She smiled sympathetically. It had been a shock, at first, recognizing herself. But she thought maybe it was a dream; the sort she may or may not remember in the morning. Maybe she needed to remember this feeling, that she had been tired and lonely and frightened before.

Except the younger her before her didn’t look frightened. She looked resigned. Hikari didn’t like that look on herself. She didn’t like thinking it had ever been there, although she knew it had.