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Wind nods, immediately changing tact.
"Then joining our organization as members of your own, rather than being tied to any one human. We're a growing group. Injuries are going to be common. We could use a healer, and you seem to be an excellent one."
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Pulsemon, light this for me."</span></span>
His subordinate leans over to ignite another cigarette, and he fills the room with its scent. It's a lot sharper and more pungent than the sticks you've seen people smoke. The usual fruity aroma is absent. Even Wind wrinkles his nose. What kind of weird flavor is this Digimon using?
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Back at the Hospital, they know I'm in charge. If they need wounds healed, they come to me. If there's somebody causing trouble, they come to me. And I divert my resources to settle it. What can you offer me here that I can't get there?"</span></span>
"For one, we can protect you. If you had enough security, those Digimon wouldn't have been able to defeat and kidnap you like that. Where were your guards then?"
Cutemon bristles upon hearing that.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"It was an ambush. They deleted the Champion guards before we could..."</span></span> Pulsemon mumbles.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"It will not happen again."</span></span> The bunny declares.
"But what if it does? You're missing the strength to keep yourself safe. If you come to us-"
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"And be under your thumb, scurrying to answer your every whim? I think not. I will not serve."</span></span>
It's a matter of pride, then. Phascomon nods empathetically. This Digimon would rather be the boss and risk another encounter with Digimon far above his level, than serve in someone else's organization. You don't see any way to bypass this.
And neither does Wind. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, then turns to Kaus Gammamon and nods. You tense up, expecting some kind of confrontation. Luckily, all he does is speak.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Very well. In that case- What is your price, should we require your services?"</span></span>
That gets Cutemon thinking. Pulsemon leans over to whisper something to him, and he nods.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Teach me your methods. I wish to understand how you are able to Digivolve so readily."</span></span>
He points to Phascomon. Wind's head snaps towards the two of you, and he scowls yet again at the ball being thrown into your court. Phascomon really looks like he wants to gloat, and his claws curl inwards maliciously. He wants so badly to say something smug and put Wind in his place.
He meets your eye, and you shake your head slowly.
<span class="mu-s">"Ha. Not like they-"</span> He scoffs, ignoring your warning.
"We have the means to now. And when we do, you'll accept our requests in the future?" Wind interrupts.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Permanent knowledge for permanent access to my much needed service. Yes."</span></span>
"Done."
