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<span class="mu-s">"One more thing. These servers- If there are Digimon in them, I'd say they're on the same level, right? Level, like the network and all, remember the last exposition sesh?"</span>
"Yes, that's a fair assumption. Or at least within tolerable parameters for the majority of Digimon, so long as the average cyberbiodiversity is the same."
<span class="mu-s">"What about the real world? Can Digimon go there?"</span>
You look at Phascomon, biting your lip. This is something you've been wondering too. You've tried very, very hard not to actually think about it, because the closer you two have gotten, the more that this concept has stung. That's why you haven't asked Doc this question in any of your previous trips. But your partner has been having the same thoughts, evidently. You look at Doc hopefully, and he meets your eye with a scrunched-up, uneasy expression.
Then he dashes your hopes.
"I doubt it. Heavily. I cannot predict how the physicality of a Digimon would express itself in a world that isn't comprised of code."
Phascomon's shoulders slump.
<span class="mu-s">"Oh."</span>
That's it then. Once you find your way through the portal, you're going to have to part. He'll go to the Digital World with the power of Astamon, to carve out his own niche as the strong leader he wants to be. And you'll be exploring the real world.
Without one another.
No, you really don't want to consider it. Maybe if you push this away and keep trucking forward, you'll forget all about this until you're about to step through the portal. That way, you can follow your lifelong dreams without hesitation. And you're sure he needs the same. You get to your feet.
"I think we should go back."
"Ah, wait-"
He holds a hand out, looking bashful at ruining both your moods at the very end of your visit.
"Your .apps. I've gotten you a refill. Even whipped up some new ones for you to play with."
"Thanks, Doc."
You flash him a weak smile and hold out your wrist for Phascomon. He hololizes himself without another word, and the two of you begin making your way downstairs.
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"Hey-"
<span class="mu-s">"Sorry, it's naptime."</span> He says, as the two of you exit the apartment lobby. You're not in the mood for talking either, but you force yourself to stay alert.
"I don't think so. Look over there."
