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"You underestimate that Wisemon if you think it would have been that simple. Hindsight isn't always as clear as its made out to be."
Baalmon's last comment to Carlos, before Dio's arrival, was rather rough in tone - but fortunately, the swordsman wouldn't be made a villain again by abandoning Carlos in the cold. It seemed that both Dio and the tamer were satisfied enough with his answer. However, to Carlos' question about the artifact itself, the Baalmon shook his head.
"I cannot say. In the one-in-a-thousand chance that mage doesn't already know, he may have set up a spell to spy on us remotely. But its importance is worth far more than the weight of my data." His tone was resolute - and with Dio and Carlos able to make their way easily back to safety, the swordsman was confident that he could proceed with a relatively guilt-free conscience.
At Carlos' words, though, the swordsman merely looked over his shoulder with a glare. He slowly stood, posture once more hiding his injured state, Baalmon shaking his head. "I'm the strongest of my group. If I'm the only one still alive out here, I can't afford to take a reprieve. Still... thank you."
Without a further word, he turned, making his way down the path.
Obviously, such secretive answer only fueled Carlos’ curiosity even more, but he decided to save the questions for another day. Especially if that information was really more important than their lives. The man simply nodded in silence, feeling even more wary about their surroundings than before. If the wizard could indeed be still spying on them, it was better that they wrapped up quickly and left the area immediately.
Talk about stubborn. Carlos would have tried to convince him to do otherwise, but decided against it once he saw the swordsman already walking away.
“Stay safe.” Was all the human could say, unsure if Baalmon would even hear his voice above the sound of the rain. He hated leaving him like that, but there wasn’t anything he could say to change his mind.
Dio gently grabbed Carlos, carefully cradling the man between his arms before slowly walking into the portal. In a blinding flash of light the gateway would close behind them, the duo leaving no trace of them behind, other than a few droplets of blood on the rock, that were quick to be washed away by the rain.
Perhaps it was because of his wounds or the headache, maybe because he wasn’t used to travelling though portals yet, but for whatever reason Carlos felt extremely disoriented for a moment when the sound of rain suddenly stopped, and the bone chilling cold was replaced by a gentle warmness.
They were finally out of the cold North and back to the safety of the Great Moving Library. Wounded and weak, but alive. Slightly blinded by the sudden change in lightning, Carlos closed his eyes a bit, a wave of nausea and exhaustion washing over him.
“Be careful were you drop me Dio...Mizu would get angry if I bled on the car...pet…” Was the last thing Carlos muttered out, tired, before his consciousness finally slipped away, the man falling into a deep sleep. Dio was quick to find him a bed to drop him on the medical bay. Once the human’s limp body was resting on the bed, the demon crumbled to his knees, panting in exhaustion while he sat next to the unconscious tamer.
He knew he couldn’t stop know, he had to get back up, find the Doctor and get both of them fixed. He was going to but…he just felt so tired. Maybe a if he took a quick breather he’d feel better, right?
It didn’t take long for Dio to close his eyes, slowly slipping away into unconsciousness as well. Even as his Ultimate form banished and left behind a crumpled Impmon, the gash on his chest still remained, but strangely, he couldn’t feel it anymore. Nor any feeling of pain for that matter. He was simply too tired for it, and all he wanted now was to rest.
Incident aside, he was pretty sure he had earned it…