"W-what..." 
No different than anyone else, Abe's attention is brutally and immediately captivated by the sight awaiting him. His jaw falls slack. Shoulders slumped. Eyes bulging. Even more than Soleil, he exhibits such raw and compelling emotion that Mariko herself feels shaken by his expression. Abe tightly grips his sleeves and lets out a sigh. 
"What...is this? I...thought it was just the lab...that-" 
In the blink of an eye, Soleil is within inches of Abe's face. Her trembling hands clutch the android's collar as he once again finds himself at the mercy of her bubbling anger — at least, Mariko thinks it's anger. It's still so hard to tell. Regardless, whatever wall Soleil has built to keep back those unstable emotions has suffered another detrimental blow. 
"Abe...this is your doing."
"W-what are you saying??" He flinches but doesn't try to free himself from her grasp. "I only just got here!"
"But...it has to be..." Soleil's voice grows more monotonous with each word. Robotic, more than she's ever sounded before. "There is...no other explanation...for this. Nonsensical, like your existence, meaning it can only...be you. I know..." Her hands tighten their grip, and Mariko feels her own throat tighten in turn. No one else is moving. "The labs...you used the labs...to-"
"To destroy Wynsmith??" Abe interrupts. "Alias, please, if you're trying to imply Dr. Chevalier's labs have such destructive capabilities, you'd only be incriminating your own father."
She stops. Her hands loose their grip in an instant. And as if her entire world had been shaken in that moment, Soleil takes the time to look everyone in the eye, one by one, almost in apology. Eventually she hangs her head. Her widened eyes peer at the ground at her feet, silenced by her own shame until Abe speaks again.
"I understand your frustration and confusion, Alias, but please...I'm begging you, think rationally for a second here."
"Who are you?"
Abe turns to look at Julian. "Oh, excuse me," he says, forcing a smile. "My name is Abe Sadat, an android creation of Dr. Claude Chevalier's, much like Alias. I take it you're traveling with these fine folks?"
"I am," Julian replies, rather sternly. "Now what's going on here? Do you know something about all this? Because if you do, you need to tell us now."
"Jules, take it easy-"
"I'm afraid I don't know for certain, but I can wager a pretty good guess." 
Abe turns to the void before them. It doesn't appear to be growing. His peculiarly colored eyes seem to observe the glitching borders and arrive at this conclusion. And for the same reason, he doesn't flinch at walking so close to it. 
"Paracosia is a digital world. That's what I think." 
He speaks matter-of-factly. Not in despair, but with a strange sense of relief in his tone, as though wanting to convince himself for the sake of a little peace of mind. After a bit of silence, Abe looks over his shoulder. 
"I mean, given what we're all looking at right now, maybe it's an observation a child could have arrived at, but perhaps...the travelers could weigh in on this?"
Soleil's eyes find their way to Mariko in a heartbeat. And although she had braced herself for it, Mariko finds herself in a state of shock from the look alone that Soleil gives her. Much like Abe, there is no despair in her face. No distress at the hypothesis of being 'not real,' or anything of the sort...rather, she awaits Mariko's response with that same, peculiar sense of hope that it would appear not even she is aware of.