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It can kill us.

I wasn't sure before, but after tonight I am certain. It is possible for a creature of dream to kill our physical bodies.
A few days ago, I would have given anything to know, with such conviction, that such things exist. That the world is truly as I have always believed: far deeper that its surface reflects.
And on a level, a part of me is thrilled by the realization. If this is confirmed, then what else might I encounter? What other spirits, beasts, or realms might make themselves known? What could I learn from the countless other times I have walked the earth, from those times and those places?

But, on a more immediate and personal level, there is the horror to contend with. A creature that feeds on pain, that steals from souls. A friend, new and yet old, hospitalized from spiritual torture.
We have a battle ahead of us. We are wracked with fear, and yet find reasons to hope. I am very, truly glad that I have found them all, whatever may come. And it will be very satisfying to open our war against this creature. I do believe we will win. These bonds have lasted centuries, and endure against all reason, it cannot break them with lies.

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Amen to that. *raises glass in toast*

I'm so glad we found you. And that you didn't kill yourself in my car. And that you've stuck around.

We need you in the group, Jean. For one thing, you can write like *this*, about a topic that mainly makes me want to run around screaming and gibbering like a terrified puppy.

I don't think you give yourself enough credit.
For one thing, you kept your head and got in control of the situation during that whole bleeding-in-your-car incident.
You've always been someone to face the darkest, most painful parts of the world, and yet hold so firmly to it's light and it's cheer. And I could have been in much worse trouble without you.

Also, it's not that I'm not afraid. The screaming and gibbering instinct is a shared one. It's just... far from the totality of our situation. There's so much else going on here, and although we must face this enemy, I am so very reassured that we do it together.

Dammit Jehan. How can you be so open, morbid, awestruck, horrified, and hopeful all in the same post?!?
If I ever had any doubts that you were him....

It's one of his special talents. It's a good tactic to keep the enemy off-balance.

*blushes*
And you are very kind, far more than you tend to let yourself believe.

If I have managed to inspire anything for you with my words then I am very pleased. It is a poet's highest joy. :D

Hold on to the hope, Grant. It will get us through.

This is why I need you in my life. I get these half-formed notions along these lines, and you manage to write them down in beautiful clarity. You're like a me-to-verbiage translator. Which I guess makes me your verbiage-to-fists translator, if you'll accept my assistance.

I like the idea of going looking for less evil creepy-crawlies when this is all over. We could be ghost hunters! It would be fantastic.

There's nothing that the shadow monster could do to us that would break what we have. It can try to twist our bonds all it wants, but to actually break them it would have to *understand* them, and I don't think it's capable of that.

Please don't call ghost "creepy-crawlies". It's kind of demoralizing.

Of course you can join in with my paranormal research! I would be happy to have you along. Just try to judge the nature of what we find before employing those fists of yours. I would hate to see anything benign at the receiving end of them. And I would hate for you to end up in any further danger.

But, I worry too much. You've always been a very good judge of character. Perhaps those instincts of yours would prove an even better asset than your fists.

And I agree entirely. It is incapable of understanding the very thing it is trying to take from us. We will defeat it.

The supernatural always sounds great until it messes with your existence. Just like how everyone thinks of themselves as invincible until they're on death's door or something.

Also, hi.

Hello there!

You sound as if you have had some significant experience with the paranormal. Would you mind telling me a bit more? I love to hear first-hand accounts.
Although, where the foreboding aspect of your words makes it sound like an unpleasant experience, do not feel the need to speak if you would prefer not to. So, forgive me if I ask too much.
For myself, I remain excited about the supernatural, despite the unpleasant element of it. No part of the world is without its beauty or its darkness. This shadow may threaten us, but I would love to see beyond it to the rest of that elusive world.
Further, I am unsure about your statement regarding invincibility. Perhaps, it is a difference in our backgrounds, but I do not see that to be the case. I am quite aware of my mortality, and I was even before I remembered my last death. Maybe that sort of denial varies by the individual?

Well, that's one way of putting it, I guess. I've... kind of been dead since I was 6, and unable to leave the townhouse I woke up in since then? Yeah.

And I'm comparing the two. The supernatural, like death, tends to only be something discussed in stories and theory, but not really part of your life, or else it's everywhere. Sometimes I'm not sure if they're not one and the same.

They seem to overlap a lot at least.