The compressed Gilded One's mouth opened.
Blood came out rather than words initially, and then the words followed the blood.
THE Great Usurper raised one hand.
"Yes, yes. I know all about it." He settled more comfortably into his kneeling position, his elbow resting on Abaddon's knee. "My Unity has already spread inside you in the short period of time since you arrived here. Without you knowing, naturally. Can't interrupt the process with consent requirements, it tends to slow things down considerably."
He tilted Abaddon's head.
"You are unique, I will tell you that. It actually took me some dilated temporal weavings to get Unity in there. I really do have to give thanks to Osmont for all this..." He examined the ball with the academic interest of a researcher noting experimental conditions.
"Oh but what is this? You lost your Infinity? And you were fighting him?"
He laughed.
"You were actually fighting Osmont? Do you have a death wish?"
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