[Dorumon waffles with his words for a moment, fur bristling. He doesn't know how to express the deep, aching worry inside him that the sight of these malfunctions brings on - except that he'd thought he'd be able to trust whatever ran this world, and now it's like being back at the prelude to the Digital Hazard again, but the slightly glitched human in front of him doesn't seem to get it.
He shuffles from foot to foot, then backs up a pace and turns around abruptly, feeling uncomfortable.]
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[Dorumon waffles with his words for a moment, fur bristling. He doesn't know how to express the deep, aching worry inside him that the sight of these malfunctions brings on - except that he'd thought he'd be able to trust whatever ran this world, and now it's like being back at the prelude to the Digital Hazard again, but the slightly glitched human in front of him doesn't seem to get it.
He shuffles from foot to foot, then backs up a pace and turns around abruptly, feeling uncomfortable.]
How can you not be worried about it at all?