[ I regret to inform you that while Ken internalizes this enough not to judge anybody for being sent to Hell - he has no leg to stand on in that regard, anyway - he also files away that the sheep picked this, to ask them later. It may not be a Great Judgment Upon His Soul, but until he has an answer it's going to bother him.
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Wormmon, however, seems entirely placated. ]
Okay.
[ He twists to look up at his boy. ]
You'll be my buddy, right, Ken-chan?
Of course. And we'll surely find others, like...
[ ....oh no....
....he didn't ask this dog man his name.... ]