DAY 42: THE BOOKWORM
[ from here]The smell of old paper, leather and cardboard was oddly comforting. It had been too long since Ritsuka had been able to visit the patient library and since he was only able to check out one book, he usually had way too much time on his hand. Ritsuka was used to reading at least one or two books a day, so having just one for an entire
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She bowed her head low and left it there for a moment before straightening. "I apologize for worrying you. I am fine." I will be fine. "There's nothing to be...." Concerned about, the Digimon didn't finish. But wasn't there? Didn't the full notebook under her arm point to that, the files she hadn't touched as of yet? Concern and worry were legitimate, and especially with her learnings, everyone should be watching out for each other. Even if...
Even if they could do nothing when the people disappeared. No matter their knowledge or strengths, the people would still vanish without a trace, without anything left behind. "What I've lost, Jiraiya?" Her voice, though soft, was emotional this time, broken yet calm in its certainty. With a last glance around, she moved towards the door again. They would get nothing accomplished here. Her good hand moved to the notebook, shifted through the papers and files and retrieved a photograph. It was a school picture, smiling and happy, and nothing she would see again. Renamon slipped the picture of Orihime into his hands. "This is what I've lost. I find it hard to believe I'll gain it back again." The other files lay fat and noticeable within her notebook. It was obvious that Orihime hadn't been the only one.
She had simply been the one that hurt the worst. That had destabilized the stoic Digimon to allow emotions to rule her. Renamon took a breath, swallowed. And she was still, even now, failing Rika.
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But the realistic part of him knew that was impossible. All he could do was prop Renamon up at the least, or heal the wounds at the most. But the wounds were deep enough to scar, and there was nothing he could do to change that. That was the hardest part of all that.
When Renamon put Orihime's photograph into his hands, he held it carefully. His eyes softened, growing sad. So she was really gone.... He had expected, but now he knew.
"Ren..." The nickname surprised him when it escaped his lips, and he smiled sadly. "I can't bring people back."
He didn't know what to say, and it was obvious he was struggling with this. What was he supposed to say in this situation? When Tsunade had lost her brother, he couldn't say anything, either. It was just like back then, except the loss came from a disappearance instead of a death.
"I just... want to help you in any way I can. And not just because you're important to me."
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Did she want people brought back? Wasn't that a selfish choice? Perhaps she was just mourning her own loss. It wasn't anything that would kill her--the Digimon was used to the solitude that life usually brought. So perhaps that wasn't it, perhaps... Instead, she was just mourning lost chances. And she didn't know. She didn't know what exactly happened to the ones that disappeared. And the lack of that knowledge jilted something in her.
And she was sorrowful. Renamon wouldn't lie, and lessen it as such. She slid the picture back into the file, then pushed open the door, sliding out the entrance to somewhere else for them to walk. Movement, as she had said, gave rise to success. As long as she was moving, she could continue.
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