Jordan watched curiously as Tarana seemingly carelessly dropped the Digivice from which a strangely sweet voice came. She was usually more... coordinated. Honestly, Jordan didn't know what to make of it. He nodded softly to her words, then...
"Not that I don't think you're capable. But I'm not allowed to help wild digimon if you two get in trouble. Just part of the job."
He clutched the device closer to his chest.
"Ryudamon isn't wild... Kyusai's my friend," he replied softly.
"Jordan, THEY don't think-" Tarana had begun to speak when Lilly interrupted. As she gave the grand speech, Tarana lowered her face into her palm. She didn't even look up when Lilly had finished, at least not right away. Dorumon grinned from the Digivice screen.
Jordan's eyes shot instantly to the intruder- the girl who had been wise enough to stay battle-ready until the Ogremon was confirmed terminated. He sighed, out of something that seemed a mix of annoyance, superiority, and pity, as she made the most base explanation.
"I'm well aware of the levels and power of Digimon, as well as their implication," he replied coldly, looking to the ground as he spoke.
He then turned to Tarana once again.
Tarana raised her gaze back to Jordan; a small smirk was on her face. "Like that Garudamon, right?" It'd been years, yes, but she didn't think it could be forgotten so easily.
"Clearwater Glade?" he asked, chuckling at the thought, "We barely made it out of there, didn't we?"
Tarana nodded. "Hey, we were luckier than the glade." A pause. "I don't remember, it grew back, right..."
Jordan sharply turned away, as if pained by the thought, "Yeah... I don't know, I haven't been there since..."
Then, the girl's final words of her long-winded speech reached him.
"If we can help any Digimon we will, we'll even provide them a way back home if they wish. But the ones that just want to be violent and destroy things, well we don't have much choice."
To that, Jordan turned, spreading his arms, but not after placing Kyusai safely in his pocket.
"Then show me your conviction then," he replied in a sharp, almost demanding voice, "Show me how you send them home. Show me what you do to those who destroy," he continued, becoming more feverish with each breath, "Do your worst! Show me how you give them what they want!"
Tarana raised an eyebrow but took a step back out of the way. Dorumon watched, wide-eyed with interest. Tarana hoped Jordan wouldn't try forcing Lilly to act - but if he did, her body was tensed for action. It was an awful possibility, but she knew Jordan wouldn't need to be defended from Lilly, no. He needed to be defended from himself. The boy's chest heaved, arms spread, as if begging an attack to make its rest upon his heart, beating heavily from the strain.