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	A stillness of panic traced a horrible image through Suzi's mind, alongside the excitement she was feeling. It caused a strange jolt of energy to feel both at the same time, but soon enough, the sensation became too entangled for the young girl to clearly recognize what she was feeling. All she had left was concern for her Digimon and herself. 

	[i]Why can't Kyaromon Digivolve?[/i] 

	With her mouth still in the small shape of an o, Suzi studied Kyaromon. [i]Am I being too hard on him?[/i] Her lips sealed, and her two front teeth nibbled on them, as she tried to dissect, inspect her thoughts. Caution lead her carefully in the next split seconds while she watched the failure of her Digimon. A pain tugged at her chest as she watched.

	“What are we supposed to do?” Suzi asked Kyaromon. However, before she could answer, up on the hill a girl being chased by a Mettaur shouted. Again, the young girl's mouth opened into a small o of observation. Her lips were no longer being nibbled to blood under the pressure she was feeling.

	She wanted to grab Kyaromon and run, but something stopped her. Her feet would not move. Her mind was unable to make one foot lift. Not her right. Not her left. They remained in one spot, planted like the trees at the beginning of the forest on the outskirts of the terrain.

	“K... Kyaromon?”

	Her fingers slowly managed themselves towards the device around her wrist and trailed lower to the Russian beads, glimmering in the heat of her sweat.

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