<div class="floatleft">(http://wikimon.net/images/c/ca/Kyaromon2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kyaromon<br/><strong>Time:</strong>? ? ?<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Central Plains<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Angelica, Open.<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It didn't take Kyaromon long to realize that the topic of her family was one that she didn't seem to want to discuss.  And from what she said, he thought he could understand why.  She'd been hurt by someone close to her, though he of course had no idea how badly she'd been hurt.  But what he did do was let out a squeak as she clutched him very tightly to her chest.  While it didn't really hurt that much, it surprised him and he couldn't speak for a moment as she seemed to be in her own little world for a bit.  But once she lightened up a little, he would take a deep breath before he would say something.<br/><br/>"Well I'm sorry that you've been hurt, Angelica," he said in his little voice that was full of sincerity, "But you can't judge all humans by what a few of them do, can you?  I mean, I've been chased away and hurt by some digimon before, but I've also met so many more that were fun and helpful and only wanted to make things better for others.  If I let myself get scared off by those few that were mean, then I might not have made the friends that I made."<br/><br/>It was a fairly simply statement, but it was a truthful one.  How could you possibly make friends if you were too afraid because of the bad experiences in your life.  He simply didn't understand how someone could live like that, especially someone who seemed so bright and alive like Angelica had.  She seemed to be a great person and Kyaromon was a great judge of character, or so he thought.  At the very least, he was able to figure out who meant him harm without too much difficultly, a useful skill when some of the places he had gone had digimon that were strong enough to destroy him without much difficulty.<br/><br/>Looking up to see that they were now only a few miles away from the Skyrock, Kyaromon would turn his little body in her arms so that he was looking up at her.  "You said that you think there are others like you there, right?" he asked her, his wide, innocent eyes staring up at her, "And that they might be able to help you get home?  But how will they be able to do that if you're not willing to trust them?"