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"This... is not where I expected my mind to go next." Damn. She'd been doing well at silencing the noise in her head. This music would make it harder to starve the Nihilego. Music inspired emotions. Emotions fed the Nihilego. Feeding the Nihilego prolonged this nightmare. The music was killing...

Abigail grumbled as she got out of bed. What the hell was happening now?

"Goodbye, Tabitha."

Abigail glowered at Tabitha. "I can't say anything about my partner for their own protection, stop asking me about it!"

"So, I guess the question at this point is what to do with Tabitha... Technically speaking, he passed Palkia's test of being honest about his power... albeit in a bit of a grim manner. So... What do we do with him now?"

Abigail squeezed Gen back and sighed. "I suppose Tabitha wasn't kidding when he said he had a kill redirecting power..."

Abigail nodded. "Figures. Otherwise it would've had to be Jesse." Now the question was... Who? Whoever was left could clearly fool the Lens of Nia, which meant she could no longer trust anyone but... One or two of the people here.

Abigail decided that whatever shit Lee was on about was less important than Gen. She approached and pulled him into a hug. The poor guy... He'd been burdened with more responsibility that anyone could expect him to bear. "It's not your fault. You can't save everyone. Nobody expects that of you."...

Abigail staggered. "Bu... But... The only one who's died since Darkwhite... Has been Jesse!" Technically, Jesse had never told them what his power was. Just that it was... a power that could be detrimental to the innocent if used wrong. Oh. Oh no. Could it really be? No. That... That couldn't...

Abigail laughed. "Sure. Santa. I can work with that, too. I can't say I'm not curious, too, and it's not like we'd be wasting a night this time, either."

"I'm a bit lost on all this now," Abigail admitted, "but I think skipping is agreeable enough..."

Oh great. The Wii was shipping her with Gen. Gosh, couldn't she just hug a guy without it having to be some kind of straight thing? She wanted to stop just to spite the thing, but making sure Gen felt okay was more important.

Once Gen couldn't see her face anymore, Abigail started smirking. He had needed a hug after all. If only he felt comfortable asking for one when he needed it, but he wasn't the first person she'd met like that, and she knew how to work around the whole 'I'm fine' song and dance.

"Oh. I was hoping you, like, needed a hug or something. Just because I could use one after all this."

Abigail wasn't sure what Gen was doing, but it looked like something. She figured she'd talk to him. "Gen? How are you holding up?"

Abigail grimaced. "I'm going to go get some fresh air. Enjoy... whatever this is."

"Sorry, Wii." Abigail shrugged. "It looks like I'm the last lass standing. There's nobody left here for me to date."

Abigail scoffed at the Wii. "Lucky for you, I don't have one here. What're you whining about, anyways? Need us to play more games? Gonna flip out again with the fucking eyeballs? What's your deal?"

Abigail glowered at Zeke hiding beneath his desk. "I am an adult, by human standards. You do not need to hide under your desk. This is pathetic."

Abigail returned to the group. "I am alive. Or maybe I'm dead and I'm just to stubborn to notice yet. How are things going?"