“The summer adventure of these eight children has drawn to an end. But… This does not mean that the Gate will stay closed forever. That’s because this is neither the beginning nor the end of the Chosen Children’s adventures. The Gate to the Digimon World will surely open once again… As long as we keep the memory of the Digimon alive within us.”
Every time I think about moonlighting and how Lucretia must have been looking at the boys, and how many emotions she was going through, I think a little part of me just hurts. Like a lot. Like, imagine them standing there in front of her, goofing off and being their same dazzling, glowing selves just as before without even needing the memories of the past; they still have the same warm smiles and ridiculous laughs. They still are the jokesters she remembers. But most of all they’re together, alive, standing in front of her; her team, her friends, her family. They still love each other, still connected, still living and laughing and loving. They don’t remember, and everything could crash at any second, and its all her fault, but despite everything, they found each other. These beautiful boys found each other. And it breaks her to think that they don’t understand why this is happening or what pulls them together, it tears her apart that she cant be part of what they have, it destroys her to know that she stripped everything away. But they have one another. And she looks at them and struggles to keep the mask that she had started wearing when she became the director. They boys see a confident, strong director, but underneath, as they stood face to face with Lucretia for the first time post-voyage, the director was actually a broken journalist who had found a piece her home again.