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Who: Sam Winchester
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When: Today!

These masks continue to be a pain in the ass, huh?

But I guess the alternative is being laid up in bed sick — which I don't recommend, in case you're feeling brave, because seeing the people who took off their masks isn't inspiring any faith here. As for me, I'm needing a little break from travelling around down there in all that questionable toxin. Not exactly my cup of coffee, you know? Prefer more open roads, more green and, uh. An ocean I can smell and not go into coughing fits over.

Maybe I'll just spitball some stuff to pass the time while I question what I'm eating from these kitchens? I'm feeling nosy. Call it an acquired skill set, being nosy. Back in the other place I was trapped in, I mostly gathered information about our bestiary; monsters from all kinds of worlds would fall into the world with us, and I did my fair share of fighting some pretty rough creatures. Including the killer rabbits that would try to sabotage my garden. They're small, fast, and aim for the jugular, FYI.

Anyway, pick a number, any number —

1. Favorite fairy tale, ghost story, or piece of folklore.
2. Favorite thing about the other worlds you've been to? (Least favorite, too, if you're feeling like getting it off your chest? I'm a crappy psychiatrist, fair warning.)
3. Ever run into people who know you from a book, movie, or game? Or, uh... manga?
4. War games — which do you prefer, and why?
5. Magic in your world: real or fiction?

I figure I'm being totally transparent, but I'm a big fan of information gathering. But it's also... actually really nice to be in one place long enough to get to know people. How often do you have the chance to learn about alternate universes? Small pluses.

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And what was their plan?

... Wing it and hope for the best?

The plan was to kill him.

Pasha made his home in the God's Forest, where no mortal could hope to find their way. So Sessho and Betyl burned the forest down to force him into the open. And, with Sessho's spear and Betyl's scythe, they fought a god. Two people shouldn't be able to kill a god, but... Sessho and Betyl's love for each other was so strong, they would not fall. Neither of them would die and leave the other alone.

Faced with two he could not kill, Pasha fell. But as he was dying, he hadn't given up. He did not have the power to attack them again, so instead he used his remaining power to curse them- He sealed them both in separate prisons of stone, and hurled them into the sky. These prisons became the moons, watching over the planet.

... But they can only see outside of their prisons when their moon is full, so they can only see each other once every ten years, when both moons are. Pasha's last act of vengeance was to separate them, knowing no damage could hurt them compared to not being able to be with each other.

It's said they still wait up there to be freed, so they can be with each other again. Until then, they look out over the world and bless the love of those below.

... That's terrible.

[He sounds so sad for them, okay.]

Isn't there a way to release them? Or is that too risky?

[hello i'm sam and i take all stories with some seriousness]

It's a twelve-thousand-year-old story... No one knows how true it is.

... But when I was little, I wanted to learn magic to see if I could free them.

Well, hey, I learned back home a story as old as my planet was real.

You never know, right? Could be worth looking into.

Maybe. First I have to bring my world back, though.

Besides, focus on the other part. It's still a love that's lasted twelve thousand years. It's something amazing, right?

Sure is. Hard to find people who'd dedicate themselves to each other than fully.

It's no wonder they were so strong together, huh?

Yeah. I just wish we knew anything about them, really.

Maybe someday... I think most stories have a lot more going on. After they end.

True, but... Most stories don't end with being trapped in the moons. I'm not sure how they could have much else going on after that. Though I would like it if they did.

Hey, I've been there. Locked up away from the most important person in my life, in what should have been the most inescapable trap. And I made it back to them.

So... there's hope for them, too, y'know?

Not only is there hope, I have an idea already, even. But I'm not sure that's something I can talk about.

Top secret information?

Nah. More like... Monsters that gain power the more they're thought about. I spread information about them, they get thought about more, they power up. And some of them are incredibly evil.

I realize that's stupidly vague, but I hope that gets the point across.

No, I get it. We have something a little like that, too. We call them Tulpas.

Huh. They were called Echoes, where I was. But... Neither of us can probably say much more than that, huh.

For me, not quite. A Tulpa in my world has to be something created with a lot of power. Me alone? I can't do much. But if thousands or millions of people believe in something deeply enough, it could become real through them.

... You got the luckier ones, then, sounds like.

There were originally thirty-six of us at the castle, and that made the Echoes basically gods. Teams expanded until there were a total of ninety-six people and...

Well. Going any further wouldn't be good for that positivity you like.

[There's a grin in his voice, when he replies.]

And here I thought you forgot about the positivity lessons.

I'm just not good at it.

I think... you're probably more like me.

It's easier to say nice things about the people around you than your own predicament and self.

... I mean, you're not wrong, but that's because I'm just constantly surrounded by amazing people?

Well, sure, but I bet you a million bucks some of them feel the same way about you as a friend.

I can objectively say I haven't done as much as any of them.

Well, sure. You're determined to beat yourself up in comparison.

I can't say I blame you or can't understand, though. I feel like I'm pretty much the lowest on the totem pole, when it comes to the people I care about; they're all... you know. I mean. I feel lucky to have known people who are just — better. Than me.

[He's trying say it without it sounding bad, but.

You know.

It's hard to make low self-worth sound good, right, Nightingale?]

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