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Penny gave a nod of appreciation to the others as they came to an almost unanimous agreement. Even those that did not want to go along with the Ascension plan still seemed to acquiesce to the idea. It was a far cry from how they used to behave. Penny could still remember their first meeting as a group of survivors from the summer camp slaughter, how heated everything got, how they were practically at each other’s throats. How, in all honesty, the hostility largely stemmed from her. Before, she would’ve said “Fuck all of y’all”, flipped the room the bird, and stormed out to take on the Glutton by herself. Now, she couldn’t imagine getting through this without their support.

Still, there was a moment of apprehension once the Hound finished speaking. She no longer cared if the others knew her deepest, darkest secrets, and she would happily take on the burden of learning theirs, but the idea of losing her own sense of identity seized her. Penny didn’t want to forget the person she was, and she certainly didn’t want to stop being the person she became. However, if that was what was necessary to stop the Glutton, then she’d take the risk.

Rita stared at the ground. Unlike Penny, she did not want anyone to know her memories, her thoughts, or her feelings, although there was a certain voyeuristic pleasure in the idea of knowing everything about everyone else. Still, the Hound’s suggestion that they dispose of anyone who breaks filled her up with dread. She gave a worried look around at the group, trying to catch if any one of them had taken a glimpse at her. Certainly, they all viewed her as a weak link, and now that they knew her Abstraction she’d never find out that truth. She chewed on her lip and returned her gaze to the ground, finding comfort in the cracks in the wood.

Penny laughed at Sharon’s suggestion to blow up the mountain. It wasn’t a mocking laugh, but a surprised one, “If I could swap my Abstraction to one that’d allow me that much destruction in the first place, you better fucking believe I would’ve accidentally blown myself up ages ago.” 

The Hound mentioned someone called The Father. As far as Penny could recollect, it was the first time a being like that had been mentioned. “Let me guess,” she said dryly, “The Father went out for cosmic cigarettes some millenia ago and hasn’t come back yet, has he? I suppose that explains why we only deal with The Child. Fine. We won’t blow up the mountain.”

“Are any of you capable of disposing one of us?” said Rita, finally breaking her silence.

“It won’t be necessary,” said Penny, worried that it wasn’t true.