Netto's trip to the Nexus where he'd talked to
Shiroi Enzan and
Searchman, and even his attempts to
get on Knightman's nerves, seemed like they'd happened a lifetime ago.
He had entered the Reality Vanish network and had succeeded in
finding a Darkloid, Coldman, and convincing him to
take him to the rest of the Darkloids. He had said that he wanted to join them.
And they'd tested him. Tested his strength, tested his intelligence, tested his loyalty. They'd given him a Dark Chip, and he had accepted. Idiot.
He lay curled up on his bed, feeling sick and tired and weak. He couldn't sleep. He wanted to, had tried, even, but the nightmares kept waking him up. He didn't even know what he was dreaming about, just that it was dark and scary and painful. But that wasn't the worst of it.
He couldn't feel his brothers. Any of them.
Niisan... Netto squeezed his eyes closed. Maybe it was better this way. He didn't know how Saito or the others would react if they found out what Netto had done, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know. But he felt so alone.
But he'd still go back. He'd come this far and done this much. It would be a waste of all his effort if he quit now. He refused to let the Darkloids win.