Digimon Ghost Game: Spiritual Digi-lemma

🌙 December 15, 20XX: Letters 🌙

"Luno, are you okay?" Blues asked me.

I sighed, slumping onto the table. "Of ****ing course not, Blues. I ****ed it all up... I trusted someone so much because they were so kind and I got burned hard as a result. Now Boko and Pump are suffering because of me... And I... I can't let Bakumon get hurt because of my mistakes as well."

"Luno..." Amoramon looked sad at that.

"I... Really want to call Mei up, but this is my mess. She doesn't... I don't deserve to call her up for help."

"Luno, that's not true," Blues said while frowning. "You do des-"

"Say that to the blood and digibits on my hands..." I put my head on my hands. "I... I just... I don't even know why I came here..."

"Maybe because deep down you know you need help and support. I will gladly give that to you," He said while helping me sit on the chair. "You helped me out a lot, you know, when you first approached me after everything."

"I was mostly trying to repay the debt I owe you for bringing Pump back with his memories intact. Of course, back then, we didn't have Nuwamon and all that, but..."

"Nuwamon's revival price is worse than mine. All I wanted was the picture. The picture that I nearly lost once I succumbed to my Code." He gestured to the small whiteboard, where I could see various pictures with the Knights, with Alicia McCoy, his former girlfriend until her demise, some recent ones with Hiro and Koutarou, and...

"You went back to the site and somehow found the picture, and... You even thought to give it to me when you could have easily given it to Hiro instead. No, you chose to give it to me straight off despite how much Mei hated me. Despite what I did. I may not have been as bad as Aoi or Mother, but..." He touched the picture and smiled. "I was bad, and yet you reached out."

"I... Guess it was because I empathised with you," I answered.

Looking back, I still didn't know what led me to meet up with Blues after the Wrath arc. When everyone else was mourning Shiramon's death... Maybe I was beating myself up for assisting in that death. Maybe I was just looking to repay the debt.

But... "We somehow got talking about Hiro and the others, and then it got to the topic about our shared interest in programming, right?"

He chuckled. "You and I clicked. Somehow, even beyond your normal friend group."

"Yeah." I smiled, recalling how we split up, how I felt so happy... "You were also the first one I called up once I realised I wanted to bring back Eosmon. And even though that was very selfish, you still chose to back me up."

"I understood the feeling, Luno. I knew more than anyone what it's like to lose someone precious, and I didn't want it to happen to you."

"Well the good THAT did me, huh?" I chuckled drily. "I'm nowhere near saving Eosmon, my grandmother was apparently a part of a crazy conspiracy, Melancholy and Hubris affect both humans and Digimon and other creatures... And... U... Uju..."

Tears were leaking out before I could stop them. Was this what Mei had felt that day, when Dad and Angoramon had shattered her trust in us?... Yet despite all that she refused to go evil...

"I... Mei is way stronger than I'll ever be. If she were in my position... She wouldn't have fallen for the trap I had. Heck, she's saved my *** so many times... What the **** have I done to deserve her... Her, Hiro, Ruri, Kiyo... Everyone... I don't deserve any of them... ****... Mei is better off without me. YOU'RE better off without me. If only you had altered my personality instead of Mei's that time... Maybe then..."

"DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT!" Blues snapped. "You saved me from causing myself so much emotional turmoil! You helped me find a better way to reunite with Hiro, be with him! If you hadn't saved them that day, if you hadn't helped the Digimon remind them! I... I don't even know what I could have done..."