[ Abel is peering at his dog-eared friend, here, from behind the relative cover of some poor soul still sleeping in their crystal cocoon; some part of his hindbrain is actively attempting to work this out now he's well and truly awake, but the rest of him is on Idiot Auto-Pilot. is it sad, or something to be grateful for-- that this song and dance is so routine it comes without having to think?? just 2iq things, ]

--Listen, the world is a wide, expanse place full of wonders beyond our wildest imagining, sir~! Who am I to say what is and isn't possible, y-you know...?!

[ let him just shriek this from his place of concealment, little more than the top of his head and still-damp silver hair peeking out. ]

...But if that's not why we're here, then... who else would go through all the trouble of, ah. Whatever this is? Do you-- do you remember anything about how you got here, sir...?