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Gallatin shook his head. She was so innocent. So incorruptible that he had to watch what he said next to make sure he wasn't the one that did that. "That's the thing though Kira. These 'Digimon' aren't people, though they may try to tell you otherwise." He thought for a moment on the best way to get a 10 year old bent on making friends with everyone to understand before deciding.
"Think of it like this. A sword is a weapon that could hurt you. Even if you wanted to be 'friends' with the sword, it wouldn't matter because its not a person. All you can do is either fight it, or run away to avoid getting hurt. These digimon are like swords with people telling them what to do. These people may not even be trying to hurt you, but if your in their way you might get hurt." He leaned in closer, widening his eyes to show how important it was he understood. "These things would hurt you whether or not they meant to. So please-PLEASE. Promise me you will stay away from them?" He hoped she would understand so that he could rest at ease. Knowing someone like her could get crushed in the debris of a digimon battle or hit by an energy wave like a WarGreymon's Terra Force sent a shiver down his spine.
He needed to find a way to stop all these digimon entering the digital world, because whatever people were trying now obviously wasn't working.
Kira looked down, she didn't believe that for a moment. How could they be like a sword, like a tool meant to hurt someone. Kira had some points she could refute on this but she remained silent before giving a small nod. "If, if they try and hurt me I'll run away. But, I can't believe they are just a tool like that, who knows maybe they have feelings and are waiting for someone to reach out? I may be young but I'll still try." Kira said agreeing she would leave but try, that was a good compromise right?.
"And if they hurt me but don't mean to, while I don't like being hurt I can't blame them if they can't help it." Kira added, sometimes things happened. Kira also knew she couldn't believe someone she just met but she was really trusting.
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.
Kira looked down before looking back up her face looking serious and determined. "So long as they have feelings I'll do something. Even if I should just hate them I'll love them instead, eventually my words will be able to get through, I know this is true." Kira said in her normal blissful ideas. She felt she could do it.
Kira was then patted on the head, much to her slight annoyance since it just proved once again she was so small. "No problem. Come see me again anytime." Kira told him with a smile as he left. He must of just walked alongside one of the cars or something, silly dramatic exits.