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Hector returned a confused look. "What? No, it requires integration powers, You should know that, shouldn't you? Only integrators can harness the power of Fusion Forges."

The others all exchanged looks with one another, reapers included.

"That is true," said Abbas. "Though I am a bit surprised that you know that."

Oh. Was that weird knowledge to have? Hmm. Yeah, Garovel had never told him that, had he?

"And I thought you might have become an exception to that rule," added Abbas.

Ah. Hmm. Man, what was up with those looks everyone was giving him? Was he acting crazy, right now? Were they worried about him? Was that what those expressions were? Worry? What did worry even look like, anyway?

Ugh, his mind was racing. It felt like every thought process was firing constantly. Moreover, he wasn't even sure how many processes there were, anymore. He recalled struggling with three, not so long ago. But he also recalled maintaining three fairly well, a bit later on.

Kinda. Hmm.

Were there four now? It sorta felt like four. Why was it so difficult to count them?

His head was everywhere. This definitely wasn't ideal. He'd been trying to organize his thinking throughout the trip here, but with so many different things to worry about, it was only too easy for a spare thought process to just pick something up and start going.

One of the processes was definitely more disorienting than the others, thought. Something about it. Was just. Off. Foggy and distant. And creeping into the others. Scratching for their attention, too. Trying to distract him totally.

It was the one that he'd assigned to the Candle's memories. The one trying to sift through and organize them.

A bit of an overwhelming endeavor, to say the least. That poor thought process. It was like assigning a worker ant to a mountain of quicksand. It was no wonder the others were struggling not to get sucked into that pit of information.