Today Caine’s set up an adventure where everyone got 3 lives and a bunch of guns scattered around the circus. There was an odd amount of people, so you went with Pomni and Jax, Team Badguys. Of course, helped by your numbers advantage, you won with all 3 of you still standing!

And so Pomni figured this is the part where one of you betrays the other 2. Jax immediately threw his gun down and basically said “do it”. He poked, prodded and literally grabbed her hands and put her gun to his forehead, telling her to do it. The whole time he was just deflecting, turning everything into a joke with that same shit eating grin, at one point straight up telling Pomni that they were never friends. All while you just sat there.

Pomni: “Is this why you didn’t show up to Kaufmo’s funeral?” she probes.

Jax: “I don’t show up to any funerals!” he reveals, letting a little chuckle slip through the second half of his sentence.

Pomni: “Yeah, I bet you don’t! Because you’re scared! You’re scared you’ll actually show a human emotion!” Pomni speculates.

Jax: “I’m scared I’ll be bored to tears!” and there he goes again, turning everything into a joke.

Pomni: “Have you ever thought that this might be what causes people to abstract in the first place??”

Bad idea Pomni. Bad idea.

Jax swings around, his pupils shrunk and his brows furrowed.

Jax: “Oh my god! Are you seriously gonna blame me for something everybody else did too!? You didn’t know ‘em! You don’t even know what people are LIKE before they abstract! They are NOT pleasant to be around! Like, at all! You-”

He then takes a moment to calm himself, his smile slowly growing with his pupils.

Pomni: “I’m sorry.”

Jax gives a little tsk at her words.

Jax: “I’m sure you are. Ooh man, this is all sorts of embarrassing, huh? So, you gonna shoot me or what?” he asks.

Pomni takes a moment before she speaks up, not on the matter of putting a lead block through his head, but with a question.

Pomni: “What would you do if I abstracted tomorrow?”

A pause is shared between the duo.

Jax: “I’d move on.” he declares. “And probably forget about you.” he tacks on.

And you’re just there, a witness to everything.

So, where do you fit into this little story?