Japan is weird. (Invite.)

    That was all Gallatin needed to hear. He hated referring to digimon as weapons, as he knew that not to be true, but it got the desired results. Against what he said earlier, he had to reconcile a bit upon hearing Kira's words. "Well, i guess my analogy isn't 100% true. They do have feelings, but a lot of them don't care about people and hurt them meaninglessly. Some of them are nice, but the percentage is so small that it might as well be non-existent." He sighed before standing back up to full height and patting Kira on the head.

    "Your a good kid, with an pure light in your heart. Try not to lose that when you get older." He said quietly, unsure whether or not she heard him. He rubbed his sore haunches, before taking off his wet jacket and tying it around his waste. He walked off out into the street while raising one hand up in a backwards wave. "See you around I guess. And thanks again, I needed this." As cars passed by in the street when he passed, obstructing Gallatin from view. When they would leave and the path be revealed, Gallatin would be gone and walking across the street would be a tall, blond man dressed in strange yellow clothes.