[ castiel gestures again, sloppy in his movements. he just feels like he should point out— ]
My Grace doesn't have anything to do with it.
[ in fact, he had nearly forgotten that small issue in his drunkenness. perhaps amara could sense his dwindling power. perhaps that's why she said what did. but castiel knows, in his heart of hearts, that she said it because she saw into him, and through him, and judged him unworthy.
god, and now god's sister. who's he to disagree? ]
I am. [ he agrees, maybe a little more forcefully than necessary. volume control. that's a thing. ] I don't have anymore responsibilities.
no subject
My Grace doesn't have anything to do with it.
[ in fact, he had nearly forgotten that small issue in his drunkenness. perhaps amara could sense his dwindling power. perhaps that's why she said what did. but castiel knows, in his heart of hearts, that she said it because she saw into him, and through him, and judged him unworthy.
god, and now god's sister. who's he to disagree? ]
I am. [ he agrees, maybe a little more forcefully than necessary. volume control. that's a thing. ] I don't have anymore responsibilities.