[ The more childish part of her, the fear and panic-prone side of her, wants to scream out that it's not the same. It's different. It rings out through shared communion anyway, twisted as her feelings are while deep under the sludge, even if she doesn't verbalize it. Feels as guilty in the same waves for thinking as much. She doesn't want her family here. Even if Momoe and Chizuru had Digimon now it's different... They don't have to fight, shouldn't have to fight.

She's the weakest of her friends. Why is she here? She'll fail and they'll die or they'll stay dead and she - She doesn't want to fail them, not again. ]

But we don't have the proof it's not, right? [ Her voice is breathless, rattled. She turns the apple over in her hand and then puts it down: ] It's not like - I don't want to believe. We've never given up before even when things were bad.

[ She thinks of BelialVamdemon and how he twisted despair and darkness- Even then, they created a miracle. Brought light to the Digital World. Or the fight with Diablomon. Turn everyone's light into a sword and yet... ]

I'm not the person who can save them!

[ For this she has full conviction, it's the part the Kenoma grips onto. Because she is selfish and a burden... Problematic. It doesn't matter she's done her best to overcome it, she's still the same Miyako. Too weak to do much more. ]