Why do we fight? [open]

"She says that her way of speaking is not being forced, it's actual way of speaking and that her name is "Vetina"." Tinkermon translated. She grabbed one of the babies, as it tried to climb up her spear. "Isn't it cute?"

Elson facepalmed before leaving the hut, as Tatsuya and A.J. began a conversation on crests, a tamer-exclusive as far as Elson was given to know. Outside, Vetina complained about something, but given Tinkermon was still inside the hut, they had no way to understand the digimon.

"Oh, just quit complaining." Silversteamdramon complained back. "So my general what is it that we are to do here?"

For a moment, Elson stopped and looked at his digimon, pensative. Truth was Dorumon's story, even if it was  only a fraction, had given him a lot to think about. Was he willing to fight? Always? For what? So far the digital world had provided quite a deal of threats and fights, but should he try to seek them himself?

Meaningwhile, inside the hut, Swannmon looked down to Dorumon, sad.

"I'm sorry to hear that, I really am. I would like to give you something to try to make a little for all the horrors those monsters must have done to you, but if you don't want it, or don't trust me enough to take my offer, then I understand." The swan digimon told him "I guess, I'll be handling the babies then, I can't force Tinkermon to do ALL the work for me, can I?"

"Oh please, it's no touble at all, I love working with babies!" Tinkermon replied with a smile, which was quick to spread to the Swannmon.

Outside, Elson answered Silversteamdramon

"I need to ask, Silversteamdramon. Why do we fight? What's the point?" Elson asked.

"So we can get better at it, my general." Silversteamdramon replied

"But to what end?" Elson insisted.

"Give me a bit my general." Silversteamdramon requested, pensative and confused.

Inside the hut, Swannmon got herself to work. She was sad that dorumon had refused her offer, but there should be no problem.

" Grownups make their own decisions." She reminded herself as she got to work. Picking a bottle to feed one of the babies she smiled towards Tinkermon who was once more trying to feed more than one at once. "You should only feed one at a time. They want your love, not just the food. How will they grow into strong, brave digimon if we don't cherish them?"

" But they're all so cute!" Tinkermon complained. "I guess you're right... Let me finish this ones and I'll do better with next ones, I promise."

"Thank you, Tinkermon. I haven't had any help from anybody for a while, Cherrymon is too big for this hut and the babies are...well, babies. Togemon could lend a hand, but her hands aren't suited for handling them either." The Swannmon repsonded "Say, wouldn't like to work here full time, like me? You seem to really like babies, not fighting like Dorumon or Silversteamdramon seem to enjoy."

Tinkermon became thoughtfull on the matter. Indeed, maybe it would be right for her to leave Elson's army and join Swannmon in her work, forfillibg her dream to be a full-time careatker to a whole village of babies, maybe more.

Meaningwhile, outside, Elson and Silversteamdramon were immersed in they're discussion and Vetina gave them an opinion. They barely understood it, but it seemed she was saying " fighting for the sake of fighting is bad" or something along those lines. Tatsuya and Avery arrived with their partners, with the first asking the second about THEIR motives for figthing.

Silversteamdramon was pondering on what to tell Elson.

"Well, revenge isn't really my thing. Fighting for it seems...like once you achieve something like that, you're pointless. There's not even a guarantee you'll be happy about it. Getting better might to prove you're superior is utter suicide: you'll eventually run into someone that is better than you, and not taking defeat isn't a good idea at that point. Maybe for the sake of improving you own self?" Silversteamdramon commented.

"That's vague. You can never achieve it or say you were close, cause you don't know your maximum limits. There's no such thing as perfection. This makes it pointless to fight to improve yourself." Elson replied, disappointed about the answers he was getting. Sensing this, Silversteamdramon turned to Vetina and the two other humans.

"How about you three? Why do YOU fight? What about your partners, for those who have them?" The machine inquired.

Tinkermon was still pondering on Swannmon`s question. She was so emmersed in thoughts in fact, that she failed to notice about five babies crawling their way up her back, Maybe she should stay? But then again, what would Elson think, after taking her as part of his team, after going specifically after her and taking out of her loneliness, a loneliness she had been a victim of ever since she and Petermon had had that big fight of theirs. It was so confsuing for her, yet she knew she`d have to make that decision on that day, before leaving that hut. she couldn`t ask Elson, much less Silversteamdramon or Drimogemon. It was up to her to choose who she´d work for from that day on...

Elson and Silversteamdramon had their own questions to handle. The first to speak was Vetina, in her usual difficult to understand speech form. With great effort, Silversteamdramon tried to interpret her.

"I think she just said she doesn`t fight for a reason, but rather a response to a certain situation. That she used to crave power, fight for it, but no more." Silversteamdramon commented.

"What? Fighting without a reason is the very reason why I even began to ask about it. To have no true goal when you fight is to have no merit in it, and you`d be better of running then, not risking your life to it." Elson replied A.J said something about them being a team, about it being part of who her partner was. "So, digimon are just fighting machines? We`re here to what, make them better at killing each other, so the others can be reborn and start this crazy cycle all over? Isn`t that...pointless?"

"But maybe, there is a reason she fights, but she doesn`t know it yet, like you and I, my general. As for your question on the purpouse of digimon being fighting...I don`t know, I think it isn`t, since digimon have other goals too, but... I never saw a digimon who never fought or ended up fighting some day of his or her life, except for those who are yet too young to have done so." Silversteamdramon explained.

"So all digimon fight, except those who are young? Hm... Is it about proving something?" Elson inquired.

At that point, Dorumon gave his answer to the fighting problem, a sort of aggressive tone in his speech. Silversteamdramon, reach out to his sword, without drawing it yet, but hed be ready in any case.

"Freedoom through power? I wouldn`t say that. I heard of many strong digimon, bound to chains due to their own power, some dying because of it. No, power on its own its useless if you can`t keep in check how others perceive you having it."Silversteamdramon stated.

"I guess we`re starting to get somewhere. I`m guessing that one should fight to obtain power, to train. But also to prove something,to porve one is the way one would like to be seen by others. Question is... What do you want others to see you as? A dictator? Someone powerful? Someone kind? A liberator? An ally?"

So hard...to decide. Tinkermon didn't even notice the the babies climbing her, looking like some cute yet macabre coat, so desperatly trying to figure the choice to make. Maybe by looking into her past she might make a good decision? But what other big decision did she make before? Of course: the time she and Petermon fought. What was it about? Respect for the babies. Tinkermon knew what she had to chose. She wouldn't be ungratefull and dishonest and a coward by staying behind and leaving Elson. No, there would always be babies around. But she at the very least owned Elson to be in his team. She make this babies proud of having been fed by her.

Meaningwhile, Elson and Silversteamdramon had listened to the other opinions.

"Well, I don't know. If I wanted safety and had my digimon around to protect me...I might as well run. No offense to you, but if I did everything for my saftey I'd be a coward and wouldn't be in this world in the first place. My fighting can't be about mere protection." Elson relied to A.J.. He then heard Vetina's explanation on her speaking patterns and felt...pity for her. "I hope you get bbetter soon, Vetina. I  wish you the best of lucks."

"Me too." Silversteamdramon added "And Tatsuya and Dorumon, I'd rather be a living, well reputated slave than a free brute. Freedoom is good, but it is worth nothing alone...afteralk once you get it, you still have to find a proper way to apply it. And I assure you, you don't need freedo for most ways to apply it. But it get's us to something else: how does one's view on us really affect us?"

"My dad once told me that to get rid of the bullies I had to prove to them I could always beat them. I don't think it has to do with making them afraid...or at least not just that, a way of showingoff my power to attain freedoom as I think Dorumon would say. I think it may have to do with another type of mark. But what could it be?" Elson commented.

"Glory, my general. Being remembered by your feats." Silversteamdramon answered