[Lance drew in a breath, maybe to say something, maybe not, but it stuck in his throat and he wound up coughing, shoulders shaking, burying his face in his pillow. He still ached from the fight with Grappleomon, let alone this cold, and he was beginning to regret the effect talking was having on his throat. Even so, he didn't stop, mumbling.]

Useless. Couldn't even--[Another coughing fit.] C- couldn't even catch them ... second time I saw that fucking cat and I couldn't even do that ...