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“What do we do? Jax went off and abstracted at the worst time!” They pinched the space between their mismatched eyes and sighed heavily.
It had been just minutes ago when they found Pomni trembling, eyes wide under a massive black, glitching being. She was totally out of it. After they had left her in her room, not totally alone, but away from commotion, they had all come to talk with Abel.
Abel sighed. “I’m sorry that this happened, but I really don’t understand how he went from fine to this so quick. Second, I can just put him where the other abstractions are going.”
Zooble squinted, “And where exactly is that?”
He floated to the floor, raking carefully steps towards them and Gangle. “Just a room somewhere deep in the circus.”
“I don’t think Pomni would like that.” They said, crossing their arms.
Abel glitched. A quick, powerful spasm. “It’s the safest thing to do right now, my dearest friends.”
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