“... So after that, Dirk managed to contact me and get me back to full functionality.”

With BanchoLeomon unable to fly and Moon=Millenniummon’s exact consciousness of its surroundings still unclear, the group that had formed out of him, Beelzemon and Parasimon had opted to travel close to ground level. Being so much larger than the other two Digimon, Parasimon still chose to glide along in order to remain concealed under the fog and the nearby buildings, but Beelzemon followed the lion along the ground as he did his best to explain what had happened between their fight and his return to lucidity. 

“I can’t quite remember what he said, and he’s still too pissed off to be of any help- did you [i]have[/i] to rub salt in the wound there?” Beelzemon didn’t exactly feel sorry for Dirk in that regard, all things considered- God only knew how awkward that whole situation had been for Zei- but Dirk might as well still be dead with all the help he was being after that. “But I remember something he said about being contacted by some extra-dimensional force- some old man that told him that that crystal up there is metamorphosing into something that could destroy the entire universe? ZeedMillenniummon, he said it was called. A two-headed dragon as big as the planet, if not bigger.”

“Great.” BanchoLeomon grumbled, still not pleased with any part of this situation. “So what’s the plan, then? Because I doubt that just three of us are enough to crack that thing. Most of the others should have broken free by now, I think. I haven’t exactly told anyone about you snapping, didn’t have the time. Except MirageGaogamon, since he was there. Dunno if you’ve run into him yet. Might be just a bit pissed at you too.”

“No, but honestly? Fuck that guy.” Dark Digivolution or no Dark Digivolution, Beelzemon could do without having to deal with Examon’s Captain again. 

“I think that’s the only thing you’ve ever said that I’ve agreed with.” Parasimon had been relatively quiet up until this point as he followed the conversation between the two partnered Digimon below, but the comment about the other Knight amused him enough to snort with laughter. “Like I said, the only one of you bastards I haven’t seen or heard somehow since I woke up is the speedy little blue shit- Examon, Dynasmon and that other dragon, I’ve all spoken to, and I heard the rat screaming like a madman the moment I came to.”

“UlforceVeedramon and WarCapidramon, you mean?” Beelzemon chided in tersely. 

“Whatever, I never learned half of your names and I sure as hell ain’t starting now.” Parasimon shrugged. He felt a little bit guilty about never learning the name of Examon’s friend, considering he liked her a whole lot more than the Knight she’d played host to, but that was a moot point now. “What I will start on, soon as we find the others, is putting that thing up there in the ground.” [i]Examon’s final words to him cut into his thoughts again, and he struggled to push them from his mind.[/i]

“Honestly, I don’t really care if you learn our names or not. You’re here, you’re helping to kill the big bastard in the sky. That’s what matters.” BanchoLeomon cut in, trying to shut the argument down before he glanced at Beelzemon. “So considering Zei, Dorumon, Leon, and Veemon literally saw Dirk headless...I’m not explaining that mess. Have fun.”

“... Right, shit.” At long last, Beelzemon’s voice receded from the body he shared with his Tamer as Dirk emerged again. “I know things didn’t go too badly, considering you guys managed to kill Millenniummon once, but- how badly did I fuck up?” 

BanchoLeomon stayed silent for several moments, quietly debating how to handle this. First things first, he needed Dirk and Beelzemon functional and ready to fight. Them freezing up upon realizing how badly things went was counterproductive. “Not badly enough to completely screw us. You want specifics, we can talk about it when we’re not all in danger of imminent death.”

“I mean, if he’s telling the truth, you’ve all good a good chance of surviving.” Parasimon had remained mostly silent when Beelzemon mentioned the revival clause of the Digivices, but now finally spoke up on the matter. He and BanchoLeomon didn’t have the best history, but their mutual pragmatism and desire to put away the entities endangering both worlds had worked them into the status of odd bedfellows- so he supposed it wouldn’t hurt to speak frankly. “I’d be less worried about us and more worried about everyone else.”

“Volunteering yourself, are we?” Dirk asked sarcastically. Perhaps it was his own epiphany and the implications of his own actions speaking, but the implications of the Knight’s words made him uneasy on a deep, violent level. 

[b]“Yes.”[/b] Parasimon spoke with chilling force on the matter. “That’d be a small price to pay to see that thing [i]dead[/i].”

“I don’t know about you, but I intend to live to tell about this.” BanchoLeomon grunted. “We can worry about hypothetical sacrifices later. Priority right now is to regroup with the others. Am I clear?”

“... Right.” Parasimon’s presence still made Dirk and Beelzemon uncomfortable, but they supposed they had to roll with it for now. Although, the severity of the conversation and the situation jolted the former memory, and he gathered himself as he continued: “Right, that old bastard mentioned that another Dynasmon came back with him- if we can grill him for info, we might be able to get somewhere with this.”

“Yeah, when I found Dynasmon, he mentioned something about being… ‘different’.” Parasimon had brushed it off as the usual cryptic bullshit he was so used to from everyone around him at the time, but in light of the Demon Lord and Tamer’s explanations, the other Knight’s words were starting to take on a different dimension. “Look, the cat’s right. We can find the others, we can work out a plan, and then we can roll the dice.” Regardless of how fucked or not he really was, there was no sense in charging in recklessly. “I know we can win this, one way or another.”