"By treating me like something that has to be protected. Not a person." Keiko shook her head, her voice faltering partway through, her sudden burst of courage failing her now. It was so much harder to stand up against someone who you had spent time with - fought for survival with. Shaking her head again, she put a hand on Gabumon. She didn't want the mon to have to carry the fact that he had killed her for doing something stupid - something that might make her look nice.
"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up." Daisuke's voice came from behind the scuffle. He had grabbed on of Yamato's arms and draped it over himself to pull the older man to his feet.
