How dare he! The whip flies before I even realize it. It cracks through the air and smacks him violently on the cheek. I grin. That'll teach him. He brings a hand to his face, slowly.
"Hmm, when you can't think of anything to say, do you always resort to fighting?"
I am left dumbstruck. What is he blabbering about?
"That's your problem. You don't know when to talk and when to fight. Now's a good time to talk."
It's no surprise I can't beat them. I can't even understand how they think. Games and wars are not won by talking. They are won by fighting!
"On the other hand, it's also a good time to fight."
Bring it.
"Ken... I think we need to talk..."
It's mom. and she's right. I don't think I have really talked with them all this time. Oh, I have said and heard plenty of things, but I've never actually talked and listened. I haven't told them anything. How could I? How could I explain that the son they were so proud of attempted to conquer a world? That their son caused widespread and devastation because he was searching for a challenge? But now is a good time to talk.
"Ken?"
That's my partner. Wormmon is still there. He never doubted me. Not a second. My parents said they'd always be there for me. I think I owe to trust in their strength too. I crack the door of my room open. That door has ben kept closed way too long anyway. My mother is there, patiently waiting.
"Mom? I think it's high time we talked..."