[] Okay, you have to admit you're curious as to why Ardat is acting so strange towards you now. Go talk to the Witchmon and try to find out what's going on with her. Plus it's been a while since you've really interacted with the eccentric Witchmon. In a way she has grown on you... maybe like a kind of moss?
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Ardat's *Strange* (well, different than her usual bluster at least) behavior is quite odd. Without having much to do in the hours before leaving besides the pre-ordained talk with Pidmon, you decide there's no real reason
not to investigate what happened. It's not like you're actually worried about her or anything like that, you're just curious.
The Witchmon glares in a strictly juvenile fashion as you pad towards her, clearly pouting over something.
"Umm, hey. How're you... doing?"
Darnit Verge that was awful!... At least I'm not stuttering again?
"Hmph. I'm Fine" Ardat waves dismissively, turning her head away from you.
She's fine? But... How does that-she's not acting normal!
"Is there like-uh, something wrong?
"I don't know Verge, Is there?"
How should I know? I'm asking you!... though now that she mentions it.
"Ye-yeah." Ardat whirls around, her eyes practically gluing themselves to you with very blatant interest. "I'm worried about Pidmon, he-something bad happened to him and I don't know what to tell him..."
"Oh..." she trails off in disappointment and just keeps staring at you.
Okay this is just getting strange and nowhere! Maybe if I just stay silent?
Seconds begin to tick by in utter silence.
Ten.
-the orange-haired witch begins to twitch.
Twenty. She's lasting longer than I expected.
-Ardat's heels rock up and down, impatiently.
Twenty seve-
"You're keeping secrets with Scratch!"
I'm what?!
"Huh?"
"You're talking with him all secretly and mysteriously and he won't tell me what's going on! Why is he paying you so much attention?! All that training! Teaching you his spells! He never did that with me-I mean anyone else!"
He didn't?... then. He's been paying me special attention. Why would-
"There's something weird with your body too! Are you hurt? Why would he tell you not to train anymore? The Grandmaster of Wind orders you to tell her what's going on!"
"I-uh. Don't know what you're talking about?" you mumble, looking away from her glowing purple eyes. However the Witchmon is having none of it.
"We know you're lying! Tell u-her-I mean me!"
Is... she sounds worried. Well, hmm. I guess it can't harm things?
"There's this uh, thing with my digicore," you say, struggling not to let worry show on your face. "It's why I'm big for a rookie but well. Because of it I'm going to kind of... explode."
"Ex-explode!" your aghast companion's mouth drops open, her symmetric features twisted between worry and interest. Of course, after you nod in affirmation that collapses down into pure guilt.
"She didn't know, we-I'm sorry for being mean!"
"It's a-umm. Alright." you reply, this whole conversation making you more than a little uncomfortable. Especially with how she kept on jumping between nouns nonsensically.
We? She? This-Ardat talked like this after Count deleted Exveemon and she uh.... *hit* me. Something must be up
"Is there any way the Grandmaster of wind sorcery can possibly help?! There's no way she won't let her future minion be destroyed from a mere glitch!"
... future minion? When did I agree to that?!
"No there's... nothing you can do. I have to uhum, evolve to fix it." you reply with a firm shake of your head. "Sergeant Scratch might-well. I think he's planning something to help? But uh-I don't really want to think about it so-"
Two claws wrap around your left paw, painfully crushing your wrist. Ardat's sparkling eye gazes into your own, and she grins.
"AHaHaHaHa! Don't worry!" She proudly proclaims.
"You're in the very best care there is! I'll make sure you won't even think about exploding into a bunch of tiny pieces!"
That's not helping!
"Tha-thanks."
As the *Ahem* well developed Witch begins to go on a clumsy if still somehow well rehearsed monologue about her favorite topics (Wind magic and becoming a *leading lady*) something about the absurdity of the situation brings a smile onto your face. It's kind of nice to know that she cares this much about you, even if the way she goes about it is odd.
Well... at least she's back to normal now.
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Nearly an hour later, you finally manage to break away from Ardat, citing having to talk with Pidmon before time is up as the reason. The Witchmon is hesitant to let you leave and actually grumbles a bit under her breath about your decision to leave her for the angel, but lets go nonetheless.
With freedom in paw, you scamper over to Sparks for support. Unsurprisingly, the Wizardmon rises up from his position and nods as you approach, seemingly already aware of what needs to be done. You double check just in case and thankfully your initial assumption is proven correct.
Together you tip-toe around the meditating form of Sergeant Scratch and approach the listless angel, careful not to make any sudden movement. The crippled Wizardmon proves himself to be just as cautious as you in this endeavor, but stays practically stuck to your side. With no small sense of hesitation, you take a deep breath and start to speak.
"H-hello Pidmon, how are you doing?" There's no reply, he just continues staring at his open hand. You stay silent for a few moments, struggling on what to do, then in a flash you remember Angemon's last words to you.
"Drimogemon, Wizardmon. Pidmon's path will be a most difficult one. Filled with temptation and woe. Stay true to him, please help him on the road of righteousness, for after this I will no longer be there to help."
Alright, I-we have to try.
"We're not going to leave you. Angemon he, told us to help you. We're your... friends Pidmon. I-I know it's hard losing those most important to you but-well; you're not alone"
"Aye, 'tis true. Both Verge and I lost those close to us. We can relate mine lo-friend."
"Angemon was the one who set me on the path to light. He saved me from a fate worse than death and gave me something to truly live for." Pidmon mutters softly, a flicker of dark fire springing to life in his palm. You flinch back from the foul existence of that corrupted flame, nearly missing his next whispers. "He was being beaten down, the Gloaming scum... they had him defeated and they… they were toying with him anyways. They just, kept hitting him and
hitting him and I couldn't get close. Devidramon blasted him into the ground, and then... Angemon wasn't moving"
Pidmon, that must have been...
"Now... now he's gone and I
-I deleted him. I'm not worthy of serving the Lord!" For a half-second you're assaulted by a wave of hot, angry pressure and flinch back, expecting the weary champion to explode into another cloak of black flame. Then... nothing. He takes a deep breath and collapses back into his forlorn state. You take a calming gulp of air, then glance at Sparks. The Wizardmon is shaking once more, scared of what could happen.
Pidmon, he... I don't believe he's going to become berserk. Right now he's just sad and angry and I... well I know that all too well. What can I do to help?...
Sudden wetness begins to fall down your cheeks, but you push past the sad tears and step forward to put a paw on the sitting angel's shoulder. If it worked to comfort Sparks, then maybe...
"L-listen. Angemon he-he believed in you to the very end. He had faith in your dream, because he believed you could really do it. I mean... You
can become Seraphimon and a champion for the host! He sacrificed himself to give you a chance to continue life as a warrior of Light and... Pidmon his core was already damaged. He didn't have much time left. Don't let his last action be pointless. Worthy of it or not, which... I think you are, y-you owe it to him to try. Live on for his example and try to become greater than you ever thought you could be."
The winged champion goes utterly still at your words, the small flame in his hand extinguishing itself without a trace. You clench your free paw tightly and press on with a forced grin.
"Pidmon, someone I knew he... was going to be a hero." Sparks stiffens up beside you. "He wanted to save others and punish evildoers. It was his greatest goal b-before he...
before he was deleted." The angel looks up sharply, his mouth pressed into a deep frown. You carry on. "
Repulsa took him from me, but I refused to let his dream die. I'm carrying it with me and one day I-I'll be the hero he can't be. For him."
Pidmon looks at you for a few moment in silence, then sniffles lightly and nods.
"Hyuk, you're right. I can't,
I won't disappoint Angemon! I'll… walk the path of righteousness and grow strong with the Lord's holy light.
I'll become Seraphimon then wipe the Gloaming out so those monstrous villains for him and so
that they can never do this again!"
"Heh, I believe you." Sparks chuckles without even a hint of derision. The mon's mirror-like eyes are once again filled with sadness but, unlike the last time you'd voiced your plans there's no pity. Instead.... you see a very firm determination reflected in their depths.
"I'll help you every step of the way Pidmon and, hehehehe. I supposes that one day I might help you give the hero thing a shot Verge."
Really? He-really means it?
"Sparks I..."
"Thank you friend"
"Heh, tis not a need for thine thanks I-"
Fire erupts down the left side of your face.
"Flee now hoo, hoo! They've followed-"
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Authors Note: And now we're in the end game for Part 1. In a way this was shorter and longer than I expected. Beta'd by @TempestK