[soon after the thread on Chocomon's post, ie. BEFORE the Thanksgiving post; voice]

[onlensreflex]

[Pukamon's voice is low in both pitch and volume. He makes it hard to tell where the line is between bitterness and nostalgia.]

I still can't believe I called this world the "real" world. One thing I kind of wish I HADN'T picked up from Ash...

How do you measure reality? Our world, the digital world, was MY reality until I came here. Eleven years ago...

I've gotten used to it. First being cooped up inside the house until everyone was out (at least I'm not going back to that when Ash's Program is over), now being cooped up in the flat until Ash or someone deigns to take me out. Playing dead every time someone I haven't met comes in hearing distance. Only ever seeing other Digimon when abroad; sure, you see the odd kid with a partner in the background of news stories but it doesn't seem like there are any in Melbourne. Going home to Ash's home, never to mine. Not being allowed to do my duty. Forgetting what evolution feels like because it's been YEARS since I evolved from Pitchmon to Pukamon. Not knowing what power, what strength feels like.

Is that a real life?