[Natsunaine]

Dobermon smiled and walked down to the room below were Tristan was preparing what smelled like stew. "Are you alright Tristan, I didn't mean to offend bu-." Tristan raised his hand in the air and didn't speak a word, he simply reached down and patted the digimon on its head to make the gesture that everything was okay, the room went silent for a few minutes before Tristan finally decided to speak. "I have decided to fight Lucemon Dobermon.." his digital partners eyes grew with a smile that was big enough to show every detail of every fang on his muzzle. "That's great, what made you change your mind?" The man smiled and shook his head. "I am just tired of running, Its time to get revenge for Ross and what if more people come like that girl? What if lucemon convinces more to join the side of the dark crests.." DDobermon's eyes widend it was the first time in the while Tristan had shown concern for anyone but himself and Dobermon. The thoughts of 'what has gotten into your' swirled in the Digimons mind.