The question came into Lil's mind from...what felt like everywhere. She couldn't tell if it had been spoken by a man or a woman and she was unable to even get a read on its intention. In some ways it reminder her of her father at his best, and of her father at his worst. That duality of fear and comfort from the voice inside of her head made her visibly shiver. All around her the battle was seemed to slow down to a crawl with everything coming into focus. Her eyes went to the now gaping wound on the Mettaurus' gaping wound where his arm had once been. The bodies of the strangers she had just met were moving all around her and she could faintly smell the ozone from the attacks being hurled at the beast.

Yet none of that seemed to matter at right this moment. All she could fixate on was the sound of the voice inside of her head. She felt herself mulling over the question in a second but what felt like a thousand times. Did she want to survive? Would she survive? Did she even have a choice one way or another? Lily couldn't answer that. But her lips formed a single word in response. Then she found her internal voice as well as her external one.

"Yes..." Lily whispered beneath the din of the battle around her, "I want to survive. I want to survive in this place...' Tears rand down her cheek as the realization that this may be her only chance to survive. All she could do now was stand there and listen for the voice's next orders. 

At this time Wormon had seen his opportunity to attack again. Using the cover of fire provided by the others, the little worm bit down hard at the Mettaurus' foot. Candlemon continues to pelt the monster with hot wax, however he lacks the same bloodlust that his partner does. Glancing back, the small digimon sees Lily standing in a trance like state. He calls for her, hopping over to remain close as Wormon presses the attack with a rare ferocity for the species.