[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/DqbcKHy.png?1[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/9HFgJ4N.png[/img][hr][b]Partner Digimon:[/b] [url=https://wikimon.net/Zubamon]Zubamon[/url] 
[b]Digimon Lvl:[/b] Rookie
[b]Location:[/b] Witchelny, Nyttliv
[b]Tag:[/b] [@Crimson Lion] [@Shiyonichi] [@Duthguy][hr][/center]

	[b]P[/b]hase felt his vision blur. He remembered the way the Golden Digimon had dodged his gaze, the way his eye shifted downward ever-so faintly. [color=lightblue][b]"Gilt, what did you do?"[/b][/color]

	Liollmon nudged the nosy furball away until it understood the meaning behind it. At first her questions were incessant but eventually she moaned and was led away. Gilt pulled himself up onto the bench, sitting beside Phase and finding his long claws to fiddle with. [color=gold][b]"I'm not exactly normal, Phase. I was going to tell you, really I was. But as you can see, I don't exactly adhere to normal when danger is around. I didn't forget to... I just didn't care at the moment."[/b][/color]

	[color=lightblue][b]"Tell me now then,"[/b][/color] Phase mustered through the aching in his back and shoulders. 

	Gilt released a houseful of tension. [color=gold][b]"I'am of an exceedingly rare kind. My type or family is called the Legend-Arms."[/b][/color] He knotted his claws together forming a hammock of reflection in his golden palms. [color=gold][b]"Essentially we are weapons and normally I could be used by another Digimon. But you changed that... Think about it like this, when you swing a sword you exert energy in that pursuit. Well, I told you [i]I'am yours.[/i] Every attack I make drains you, every mote of damage recoils against your bones if only a little. You are my Tamer and that makes our Bond ironclad... In exchange for that degree of exhaustion, our attacks are all the more stronger."[/b][/color] 

	Phase rolled his shoulder blades, rebelling against the pain. [color=lightblue][b]"Which explains why you were capable of hurting that Kuwagamon."[/b][/color]

	Gilt nodded. [color=gold][b]"That and being a sword-weapon gives me certain properties."[/b][/color] 

	Phase looked towards the corner of the cafeteria and let out a long sigh. 

	The Golden Digimon's hammock tighten. [color=gold][b]"Don't throw me away because of my burden... [i]Please[/i]. You're all I know."[/b][/color] 

	Phase smiled, he could hardly see himself living without a few burdens now. His father, his promise to the Digimon and Norn. They were all in some form, in some teensy way worrisome. But Gilt's burden, that was something he would hold without guilt or regret. [color=lightblue][b]"Relax, Gilt. You said you were mines. I guess this trade off makes us even. Besides, this is nothing if it means its us saving the others."[/b][/color] 

	Phase and Gilt sat in that comfortable silence again. Liollmon and Nyaromon, who hadn't been too far away were suddenly next to him. The yellow puffball found its spot in his lap, Liollmon was at his feet, providing warmth for his throbbing calf-muscle. Gilt helped keep him rigid, from showing the telltales of aches and pains. 

	The white-haired Kid asked him a question. Phase disliked the situation, though he knew his mask would hide the pain of the battle, he wasn't so sure his voice wouldn't crack or falter. He swallowed in preparation to speak. [color=lightblue][b]"What? you worried about me now? I'm good. Go eat."[/b][/color]