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<span class="mu-s">”You okay?”</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">”I have lost the aerial advantage. His offensive ability is beneath ours, but he has unsurpassable technique.”</span></span>
<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">”Very kind of you to say that.”</span></span>
Sealsdramon stands several meters away, idly pulling a metal spike out of his bulletproof vest. You take your place between the two Digimon, making sure you don’t leave yourself exposed.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">”It’s not often I get to deal with scum like you. Digimon, I can tolerate. Their ways can be fixed, and they can always be put to work elsewhere. But you?”</span></span>
His hand drops to his side, still holding the long needle that once belonged to Porcupamon. His other arm grips the knife, swishing it back and forth. You keep your eyes on it.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">”There’s no taking back what you’ve done. The lives of my subordinates you’ve stolen. So much effort goes into maintaining this… this <span class="mu-i">fish tank</span>.”</span></span> He spits the word derisively.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">”All of this is in service to you. And to him. To all you ingrates. Countless servers, countless lives. And you want it destroyed. For what?”</span></span>
He idly points to the alcove where Wind is hidden. You stare stalwartly at the bloody knife as he jabs it in that direction several times to emphasize his point.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">”Marnie. Do not respond to his provocation.”</span></span>
Sealsdramon’s tail flicks some more static onto the ground. He stands there impatiently. You’re inclined to keep him waiting, since every second means that the loading bar progresses.
