From the Darkened Sky || closed
“What makes you so certain that I don’t? Has someone summoned you to try and stop me from destroying everything again?” He laughed, “If they did, I’m afraid you’ve been vastly misinformed of my intentions.”
Cherubimon knelt down, a small curtsy so she didn’t have to crane her neck quite as far to be able to look him in the face, before he spoke again, “Seraphimon and Ophanimon do not know what’s happened out here, so you couldn’t have gotten word from them, unless they called you to check on me, which I doubt. ” he mused. “…So…what brings you out here?”
He looked exactly as he did when he was their enemy. What reason did she have to believe his intentions were any better than they once were?
“I haven’t heard from them or seen them,” she said, fingers slipping around the edges of her digivice. “And nothing in particular brought me here, I just...” Well, something had prompted her to check this area. She couldn’t call it anything but intuition. That wasn’t much of an answer.
“What do you mean, what’s happened out here? And what exactly are your intentions, if I’ve misjudged them so much?”
His words made her think he was implying something was wrong here; if he really wasn’t an enemy, he would tell her what so she could take care of it. That was her duty, after all. That of protector, that of judge.
