>Write-in.

You exchange a glance with Porcupamon, giving Espimon a brief moment of consideration before you nod. Up and down your chin goes, communicating a very clear message to your partner. He returns the slow motion.

"Okay."

"Yeah?" He cries, his heart full of hope.

"Get out of the cockpit."

"Go ahead. I won't stop you."

He sighs in relief and begins clambering out of the chamber. Mekanorimon's eye has almost rolled to the back of its head, as it glares upwards at its treasonous 'partner'. This guy isn't as attached to his ride as Commandramon, that's for sure.

"Oh, you've made a wonderful choice today! You're such kind souls, really, I bet-"

As soon as he's out of the cockpit, Porcupamon slaps him to the ground and rips him to shreds. The bladed fist descends like a hammer, dashing his Cyborg body to pieces on the cold, hard ground. He screeches in agony, static spilling from his wounds and data spraying out into the night air.

"Wuh... Y-you said..."

"I said to get out of the cockpit."

"And you got out, didn't you? Little squeal."

"Nighty night."

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Mekanorimon's eye follows the streaks of data as they flow into your partner. It stops shaking and closes its eyes, knowing what's coming next. It seems a bit calmer, and its shoulders rise and fall in what could be silent laughter. This part brings you no pleasure. The rat deserved what he got, but that hasn't changed the fate of this Champion. You've gotta do what you've gotta do.

You turn away from the robot. A moment later, a devastating crash rings out across the street, echoing off the buildings and howling through the dark.

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"Now let's go home."