My brother put together a guide on this stuff. Golden eyes generally mean bad. But I don't feel off. At the end there, there were some gold things in the pictures we got. But I'm still trying to get a handle on it all.

[Trying to find a source of lore had been his first goal in getting here. He wanted answers to the heart of it all. He still wants those answers, but it's more in trying to figure out what he saw and experienced.]

Look, um—if I start acting erratically? Before we get there? Feel free to put me down. Not all the way, obviously. But I'll live with the risk of a concussion. [Sam's been hit over the head enough times for a big dramatic fall. So, yeah. He can handle it.]