When Elizamon struggled to even voice 'sorry', Commandramon let out another chuckle of his own, albeit he went to silence himself at first, but there was nothing he could do to really stop it from spilling from his maw.
<- the ways of the Commo-" A claw dug into the dirt as she almost slipped, part of her hoping E3 would put her out of her misery, but the idea of teaching him tea eticit dragged a giggle from her frustrated soul, out of her mouth, "The ways you live, and perspective."