
If a Hope type Kris shows up here we HAVE to kill him. I'm just saying.

Or make the stuff to make a new home. You made a plant (and a bug). Hell, I'll make you a planet to be on if you want.
I Can Only Make Something If It Is My Will To Do So. It's Not For This Instance. ... I Can't Make That Request Of You. I Don't Even Know You.

Literally it is no problem at all. I'm not gonna put like. People on it? But you can have some nature. And a place to be. Also, I'm Kris. Pleased to meet you. Now we've met.
Alright, If You Say So. ... My Name Is Abigail. It's Nice To Meet You Too Kris.

Abigail. That's a nice name. Uh. This is gonna take a little bit of doing. Gimme a couple minutes

(Some time passes. Barring any cosmic interference, a star blinks to life in Abigail's void. Light. It is accompanied by a single planetoid- mostly water, resting just inside the habitable zone. Land is scattered around the sphere, seemingly with little rhyme or reason. Life is just beginning, here.)
Oh Uh. Do Not Rush. At All. I Have Been Here Quite Awhile. It Is Not Even Remotely Pressing. At All.

Enjoyj.
[the Light Is Bright, Almost Unbearably So As The Star Comes To Be In Abigail's Void. She Drift Towards It, Her Eyes Narrowed, Not In Suspicion, But In Pain. She...forgot What That Felt Like. She Simply Pushes It Aside. It Is Time To Explore...but First...]