Fefnir was sitting at the campfire he and Leviathan had made for the night. It wasn't so that they needed it for warmth, so much as it was a formality. Coronamon thought it'd draw too many digimon to their position... but Fefnir had said "to bring them on."
He was almost wishing he hadn't, though... because today, he had been beset by certain thoughts that he wasn't sure what to think about. And there was a particular person on his mind.
Of course, there were all sorts of things wrong with that. Said person was his best friend - among the four Guardians, she was the one closest to him in time of creation, and was also the one that he saw the most. This was mostly due to the strain that being a general in Neo Arcadia's army put on any kind of interpersonal relationships. One could also say that Leviathan was like a sister to him, given the circumstances of their creation.
Of course, they were also robots. Nevertheless, he felt guilty.
But of course, he also wasn't the type to pussy foot around. He got up, and began to look for Leviathan and the Digimon... who he now noticed were gone.
"... Hey Leviathan?" he asked. "You here? You know where the digimon went?"