Arabel, looking at her three versions, really began to think that she was going crazy. She couldn't find any other explanation for what was happening.
"Hey, sister, don't think so much," the crazy version of Arabel said to her with a smile. "You're really going to lose your mind if you try to find answers to all these questions."
The other two versions nodded, agreeing with her.
"Sister? Why do you call me sister? Aren't you me?" asked Arabel, slightly annoyed by the behavior of her insane version.
"Aren't we sisters?" Mad Arabel asked. "Look, we are so similar, but at the same time so different!"
"Exactly, exactly," the others nodded again, agreeing with her.
"Don't lie to me! I know who you are. You're that version of me from the second ascension trial, connected to the energy of madness. You're the one who's been causing me so much trouble all this time," Arabel growled, pointing at the crazy Pink Arabel. But instead of getting angry, she was smiling broadly.
