Davis had a long heart to hear with Veemon, and he had decided that he wasn't going to let go of Kari so easily. In the mirror, a tiny reflection of the sky neglected to catch his notice. If it had, he might have realized that that night was going to be quite bizarre. Life is surprisingly bereft of real choice. Most people live their life according to the script written into their genes, buffered by the randomness of a complex environment.
All choices are moral ones, and they are never easy.
And most of the time, when an individual truly wishes to make a choice, there really is no possibility of making one. And sometimes, when the choice one wishes to make is closed to him, it becomes a game. A game of cloaking oneself in the dignity of indifference. At least, that's the way it felt to Ken. He's only 11.