[ Type it is. Ken shifts from seiza to crouching, the better to reach for cards that are further away; he'll leave the cards in easy crawling distance for Wormmon. (Who is momentarily distracted by picking up and staring at Needle Worm. Oooh. He looks like this to her? Kind of tough? That's cool.)

As Ken sorts, he talks. ]

They're not spirits. [ Unlike Wormmon's piles, which...get everything in the same stack and that's about it....Ken is placing each card with gentle, deliberate care precisely atop its appropriate pile. ] Much remains a mystery, but they come from a world where everything's made of data, the same way you or I are made of cells. Certain children are "partnered" with Digimon, and share an unbreakable bond.

Myself...and my friends.

[ He happens to begin a Fusion pile as he says that. ]

People all over the world.