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Content in his choices, and amused that somehow his sisters and the mountain would persist long after the mountain had fallen - even if it was only in the mind of this boy - he set to watching the stars silently, wondering to himself what other shapes could be made. Jarilo, there; guarding two irregular shapes he would deem Yama and Yami. A swatch of darkness where the stars were too tiny to perceive, but in the midst of that, a brilliant solitary facet: Charon.

—perhaps Hercules is near to slay it, the boy was saying, to which Revui gave his attention but had missed the initial premise. He glanced to the stranger and saw the way they looked skyward, so he returned to doing so. I have not met a Hercules, he mentions with his rough voice, inviting the stranger to explain if he so chooses.