You watch idly as he pokes at the coals, his whole body illuminated a ghastly shade of orange by the artificial fire. In his hand is the raw sausage, with an invisible counter slowly ticking down towards its cooked state. You've chosen to cook up some smores. The chocolate, biscuit, and marshmallow are all held together. Unlike your partner, you've just been letting it roast.

The sugary treat abruptly transforms. One tick, it's a collection of parts smooshed together by tongs. The next, it transforms into a gooey, melted sandwich. The same thing happens to the sausage moments later, where its whole color shifts at once, and a char appears on the shimmering surface.

"Ha! Are those grill marks?"

"Yeah. And someone sliced them too."

You both pull the pre-selected models out of the fire and begin blowing on them. Smoke wafts away, dissipating in the night air. Phascomon takes a bite first, exhaling rapidly to air out his mouth.

”It’s good!” He exclaims.

You take a bite into your own s’more and find yourself agreeing. It may be a recycled model, but the taste is there. It was well worth the credits.

Once your meal is done, you go back to looking at the sky. Naturally, your thoughts drift towards your quest, and you find yourself curious about what will happen at the end of it.

“Hey, Phascomon?”

”Mmph?” He asks, as he rips open another sausage pack.

“What’s the first thing you wanna do when you’re out in the Digital world? You want to be in charge of a whole group, right?”

”You’re damn right! I’ve got it all planned out. By then, I’m sure I’ll be strong enough to do whatever I want. I’m gonna go find the toughest, meanest Digimon around, and gun straight for him.”

“Like what BlackAgumon did to Gazimon’s gang?”

His face falls.

”Yeah. Like that. But don’t compare me to those two, alright? I’m not gonna do it just for vanity's sake. There’s plenty of poor mooks stuck under the thumbs of others. Like Elecmon and Tsukaimon. What they need is a top dog who they KNOW can take them down— but who isn’t bossing them around all the time and sending them to their deaths like tools.”

You choose your words carefully. This is a deeply sincere topic for him.

“Some kind of… benevolent dictator? They can do what they want under you, as long as they know who’s the boss?”

”Yeah! You’re getting it! No leader but me. No dumb little gangs where it’s a Rookie lording over babies.”

You glance back towards the tower. It reminds you of the way the city’s Mega-level Digimon stands over all others. Maybe it won’t be so oppressive out in the wild. His reach surely won’t be as all-encompassing as that Digimon, who has a whole kingdom laid out before it.

”What about you? You want to see so many different things. What’s the first thing you hope is waiting for you in the real world?”