Despite his digimon's struggles with helping Blade to understand, Leatherhead got the general gist of the former doll's typing, at least as far as Duke read it. The big teenager squinted at the message, making a contemplative growl.

So he was a creation. As Leatherhead saw it, Blade must be an AI or something, like his friend Kagerou. It felt strange to think about.

"Toulon...is your creator. He made you...without hands. Why is that?"