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<span class="mu-s">"You'll get recycled if I kill you, huh? I can't have that. So I'm going to burn every last bit of your soul away."</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">"... Soul? How can you-"</span></span>
<span class="mu-s">"I feel it. I don't know how I know this, but it's here in my noggin. Courtesy of the OOPART."</span> He smirks, tapping the spot between his horns. Astamon's purple wings spread out behind him.
You recall the conversation you had with him a while ago, where you both wondered what came after death. You didn't have to worry about watching humans get deleted back then, and you're left wondering what fate the missing Dogs of War have been consigned to. Fitting, then, that equal punishment is about to be inflicted.
<span class="mu-s">"With this kick, I'm going to send you somewhere special. A dark place, where you'll burn for the rest of time. You don't get to come crawling back. Not after what you've done."</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">"You... You wouldn't dare... What about what-"</span></span> He pauses to spit up a hunk of blood. <span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">"What YOU'VE done?! To this city. To our-"</span></span>
<span class="mu-s">"Maybe I'll have to answer for it one day. But not to you. Never to you. Capisce?"</span>
He turns around to glance at you, his eyes hardened with resolve. You echo his fury with a harsh shout, and hold your Digivice in the air.
