As Alphamon took his hostility head-on, Parasimon just glowered at her in return; if her words had reached him at all, there were precisely zero signs of it. 

Fortunately, Alphamon didn’t seem to be alone.
“It’s over, father,” Kappa said to Parasimon, standing his own ground as he recollected himself from the Knight’s previous outburst of rage, “Either you accept it or you don’t. Your call, your fate.”

“Look, Parasimon,” Examon suddenly interjected, finally finding his own voice in the situation, “Like it or not, Yggdrasil’s gone. Imperialdramon strung you- no, he strung everyone along for years, got everyone else’s hands dirty for his own bullshit. You’re a Knight, aren’t you? Then take some responsibility like one.”

While Alphamon was quite glad to have support behind her words, especially from Kappa of all Digimons, she decided to stay in front, having decided that this issue was, for all intent and purposes, her responsibility as well, seeing that it was her own selfish decision that ended up starting the clusterfuck of issues. “Parasimon, I won’t talk to you as a Knight; I no longer have the right to call myself one. However, I’m talking to you now as another Digimon who wants to see the Royal Knights rebuild to their true purpose. If you have issues, take it to me, but leave the others alone!”

Parasimon continued to glare at them; but even as he stood his ground, it was easy enough to see the fire dying within his eyes. Sense and logic was slowly returning to him even as his rage burned, and the part of him that had been prepared to die saw that the possible fight before him was one that he couldn’t win. 

“Have you both gone soft, or something?” He asked, after a moment’s pause, “Surely it would be easier for everyone if you just took my damned head as a trophy and called it quits?”

“Indeed, but that wouldn’t solve the matter at hand and that’s what matters,” Alphamon replied, a look into the horrifying Digimon’s eyes allowing her to see that he had started to calm down. “Besides, I’m not into trophy collecting. Can’t be bothered to keep them anyway.”

“What if I refuse?” Parasimon asked, the way he spoke positing it as a genuine question beneath the traces of rage in his voice, “Even if you have no interest in my head, there’ll be no shortage of those that do.”

“I won’t speak for any Digimon but myself, but should that be the case, then I suppose I could always take a page out of a certain Digimon’s book: Chew you up and spit you out until you agree.”

“Funny. Thought you’re not into that kind of thing,” Dorumon remarked with something of a gleeful, toothy grin.
“My apologies, but I just couldn’t resist,” Alphamon replied, a soft chuckle beneath her dark armor.

“Look, Parasimon, you’re not exactly helpless,” Examon spoke up, rolling his eyes slightly at Alphamon’s comment, “It’s your choice whether you want to join us or not; frankly, you’re lucky you’re getting the choice. If we didn’t know what we did, we’d be inclined to kill you along with everyone else that Imperialdramon and the other Knights ground into the dirt for so long. The choice is still yours, though; you could probably survive for as long as you wanted if you refuse, so long as you kept your head down and lived in solitude.”

“... So I either lead as pointless an existence as I’ve ever lead, or join you, is that what you’re saying?” Parasimon replied, some clarity seeming to dawn on him.

“Basically, yeah. If we’re not mistaken, there’s something more to you than a simple rabid dog on a leash; are you willing to prove us right?”

Alphamon waited until she had the all-clear to speak again to Parasimon. “We have no intentions of stringing you along should you decide to work with us. We only want to clear things up and set a concrete plan for the future of the Digital World. I don’t know how things would go from this point on, but there’s still hope for recovery. Not an easy one, yes, but it’s there.”