"Hmph, even as a digimon there are still qualities about you that haven't changed a bit." Vagile said as he opened the door, "I can handle myself."<br/>Vagile walked outside, closed the door and sat down on the steps leading up to the entrance. He rested his elbows on his legs and folded his fingers together in front of his mouth. Now he had a moment to himself to think over things.<br/><span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">That conversation went smoother than I expected. So, you've lost your Digimon and your Digivice. What are you going to do now, Vagile? I suppose I could try to make it back to Motherboard and give them a better report. However, going through this forest by myself will prove to be hazardous....but then again what's left for me back there? If I go back now my goal of becoming as powerful as I can be will be lost. All of my friends have either been eaten or turned agai--</span> </span><br/>Vagile raised up his head, his eyes  widened as he realized something. "Debbie...I'm glad you're safe at least." He smiled to himself.