Casualties of war... [Ciel]

[tylomon]

- No... - Tylo said all of a sudden, his words were not much expected by anybody, especially these ones: - I was sent on a mission to find and destroy parallelmon, as part of my trial to become an elite guard. I will not deter from my mission for revenge... - he said rather resolutely. Indeed, he had his task. All, that did not related to it, should be irrelevant. Should be. And in order to complete it, Tylo would have to brace his heart, and just ... carry on. But would he have resolve to do it? Probably.

- I'd better help out these poor souls, if I can... - the sealsdramon snapped out of his grief for a moment, because there were still matters to attend to before he could sulk because of his son's death. Fortunately, he brought a med kit around, foreseeing that this would happen. He knelt down, taking a few bandages to wrap up the most simple wounds before getting to work on more difficult ones. - They cannot go back to camp either... Or they'd be...

- Summarily executed... for cowardice... - one of the troops finally managed to regain consciousness, and coughed heavily, with blood. That's what rules the dictator imposed on his army - they either win, or they die. No third option. No mercy for "cowards". And it was funny considering that the paildramon himself was rarely seen leading the armies personally, preferring to stay behind, despite being a very good fighter.

- Yes. I need to get you some place safe. - sealsdramon replied kindly, patching up one wounded after another. He'd get them a more serious treatment, but not here, they should find a better place, and the old general just knew where one could be.

- Tylo, can you get airborne for a little more? - he asked. Despite the shark being injured as he was, he was the only available "transport" at the moment. And there was little time to lose.

- You betcha. I'm battleship. It takes far more than a few scratches to bring me down.

- Good to hear. We need to transport these wounded to a cave, it's 2 kilometers away from here. There they'll be safe, and I could work on them more intensively... - the sealsdramon explained. Tylo nodded in a grunt, and tried hovering up from the ground with that load on him. From second try, he succeeded - the shark was not quite unharmed as he claimed to be. As they went on, the sealsdramon supported the shark from a side with his shoulder, taking on some weight.

- Come Teacher, your arm still needs rest too... - Tylo called out as they were slowly going deeper into the jungle...

[Ciel]

"Tylo, you have grown a lot today ... and maybe you are a better digimon than me"

Anyone can start a roaring rampage of revenge, but not many can remain focused in their mission and keep in mind their priorities. Back then, Ciel was inexperienced and let anger and hatred become the only feelings within her heart, but tylo was even more inexperienced than she was and still managed to remain calm and collected, knowing what is what really matters. Behind that naive and easygoing exterior of his lied the brave spirit of a true soldier. Ciel couldn't feel more proud about her student because he did what she couldn't and would recover from this to continue with his life.


What the one of the rescued injured dinos said next was the final stake on the paildramon's coffin: HE considered anyone who survived a failed mission a coward and promptly condemned them to be executed for "cowardice" while he almost never moved a single finger and stayed in the safety of his base, probably having a hedonistic lifestyle with endless parties filled with women, alcohol and drugs.

"This paildramon leader of yours, he cannot be considered a warrior at all, even his brother which I slain was a better warrior and a decent living being compared with him. "

There was no honor in the way paildramon handled things here and nobody would even drop a single tear for him when he died. Ciel looked at the tylomon and helped him to stabilize and keep idle the injured troops on his back, they could fall from the sea dinosaur's back at any time and she wasn't doing anything important anyway.

"Don't worry about me Tylo, my injuries are nothing but flesh wounds compared with the ones of those troops. Focus into staying calm and slowly hovering to our destination instead."