He was right.

About the adventure, he was so right about it all. There's no escape to this place, and he let himself get comfortable with the idea of a way out and he can't help but blame the others.

Pushing them away further, he strayed away from the other humans but everything running through his head persisted. 'Pomni, escape, abstraction, Ribbit and...' his fists clenched, his breathing heavy, it was too much on his mind.

*"Ohh Jax~!"

Hearing his name from your mouth, he tensed up and his gaze darted to yours. "What?" He snapped, not that it affected you, the ringmaster of this colorful hell hole. You were happy with him, you thought he actually cared about you, by smashing his fists into that red button.

"W-what? You—" Jax sputtered, you got into his head, you made the whole thing seem so real and yet you- "What is wrong with you?" He yelled, his voice cracking halfway through his words but they kept spilling out.

"You lied to us. You got in my head!" He blurted, the words kept spilling out, tumbling over his lips, his lungs heaving, he couldn't believe this. We're never getting out of here. "Was any of that even real? How sick are you—? You sick 'bleep'!"

The mask was slipping off, he couldn't help himself.