I quickly make my way on mammothmon's back, i'm headed towards whatever direction mammothmon thinks there will be more food or helpful digimon. As we're traveling, i start to notice more and more mechanical parts scattered around...
As I sat atop Mammothmon, I kept my hand on the wounds I recieved. Wincing as we moved.
Mammothmon kept walking, "Are you okay?"
"No." I quickly responded.
"Are you upset because Alex left?"
"I don't want to talk about it." I said.
"i think she just-"
"I said I don't want to talk about it!" I snapped.
"we should stop and rest." I say. "Do you think she'll come back...." mammothmon asked.
"I have no idea..."
"But you want her to?"
"I didn't want her to leave, yeah."