Abel watched his reaction with a soft concern; it seemed he wasn't the only one who had begun to get more than a little possessed by the strangeness of the situation. But he diligently waits, making no comment on this equally strange behavior -- until he was being regarded once again.

Check his book...?

He doesn't hesitate -- reaching for his own and flipping through the open pages. Sure enough... there is something he hadn't seen before -- which he was expecting; this thing seemed to change at any given moment without warning... but...

Ah?

"...you wrote this?" So, was that how the others had made their text appear upon the page? He runs his fingers over the letters. "I don't understand. A 'filter?'"