"It's mighty simple, little bear. This city is built by bots, run by bots, and it's been that way for probably hundreds of years. That kid is, what, seventeen? Maybe a year or two on you, Marnie. He thinks HE can topple that and then lead? No, no, no. The mere act of that is already pride incarnate."

"I guess. But I'm going to head on through that portal any day now, so it's not really my problem."

He gives you a long, furtive look, speaking carefully when he next opens his mouth.

"The rest of us still have to live here, Marnie."

It's gentle, with no hint of judgement, but you can't help but feel chided. You squirm in your seat uncomfortably, clear your throat, and then move on to thinking up the last of your questions. Phascomon rescues you with one of his own, after giving you a worried glance.

"Hey. I know you said you didn't want to talk about it, but I just want to know. For all our safety, y'know? What did BlackAgumon want with you?"

"He just didn't want to let prey get away. Solarmon here-" Solarmon whirrs in response from the kitchen. "-escaped him. He wanted him back in his gang as muscle. Then when he realized I was a human who knew how to invent things, he was drooling over the idea of getting me to supply them with .apps. It's a rare sight, to see them using programs by themselves.."

You recall the crimson manacles, made of EM waves. They must have obtained the program from somewhere, showing a higher level of intellect than the rest of the Rookies you've met. Maybe he wasn't bragging about learning from your battle after all. He did just charge forward and try to kill everyone again, but the handcuffs are an unmistakable step forward.

"Oh, I was hoping you'd know this. How exactly does he Digivolve back and forth?"