"Everyone needs friends. Or at least, company?" Casimir replies quietly, its Machine Eye whirring faintly as it focuses and unfocuses for a moment. "Besides, I think you are friends with my friends. Kiry, Beelzemon, Sygni and Ryft. That counts for something, I think."
Well, friends was perhaps a stretch for Beelzemon all things considered, but it was the thought that counted, right?
"But, you do make a fair point. About your legs, I mean." The Maquinamon hums faintly. "Even if it would take an exceptionally stupid Digimon to pick a fight with someone like you. After all, it takes a very long life and a lot of data to be able to stay in your Ultimate form."
Stupid Digimon existed at all stages of life - they just didn't often live to get that powerful.
The Digimon's nose visibly twitches as Magna offers out the jerky. If it had the capacity to, Magna got the sense it would be grinning. Instead its eye whirs into something that would be wide-eyed if it were capable of it.
"Oh, that is very kind. Thank you."
Contrary to its manners and how carefully it accepts the offered meal, it doesn't eat daintily. In fact the jerky is inhaled in two bites as if the Child stage hadn't eaten in years. Which, well, clearly it had.