Beelzemon watches as Dodger starts to come out of the pain-filled haze he's in. The Digimon just snorts at Dodger's assertion he's fine. "Right. Yeah. Sure thing, pal." He's fine the same way someone lit on fire will be fine just as soon as they get consumed by the flames.

Then he does something perhaps a little surprising. He unties the red kerchief on his shoulder and hands it over. "Wipe your face off. You look terrible." He's blunt, sarcastic, and rude all the time, but the Digimon has a heart too. "I'll expect that back. It means somethin' to me." Mainly as a reminder of where he'd come from as Impmon.

He shakes his head at Dodger. He's getting the impression this is a guy who thinks he knows a lot more then he does. Sounds rather familiar to the Mega Digimon. "You don't know nearly as much about me as you think you do, precious. Digimon, we're made to fight each other. You hesitate in killin' the other guy, you're dead. There was a time I never hesitated in killing. Hell, I enjoyed it. Never had to worry about feelin' regrets or showing mercy." Then he'd been spared from death by the girl who had every reason in the world to hate him and it all changed for Beelzemon.