[ the answer is an honest one, and Abel's nod is gentle in understanding. the enormity of the subject cannot be overstated, can it? the fabric of the realities of countless worlds hanging in the balance seems like such an impossible thing to grasp, and Abel doubts any of them are truly capable.

he stretches a hand outward - gingerly, slowly, to grasp one of hers. ]

...Then-- please think of your own. Before you woke here, that was the only one you ever had to worry about, right? I imagine it's quite hard to suddenly take the weight of all the rest you're just beginning to learn is even out there upon your shoulders.

[ and after all, whether it was one world or many - the results would be the same in the end, wouldn't it? the dissolution... the end. of everything. ]