[ He listens. After failing to be of aid to anyone for two weeks of involuntary sleep, it's the least he can do. Listen, and help where help is needed. Prayers are few and far between in Beacon, though in the wake of the past two weeks, Castiel can feel them more strongly.
It's not unusual, he supposes, that people will turn to faith after harrowing experiences. Many of them got hurt.
It should have been him. He should have been there.
He can feel the tug on his grace that comes with prayer, even the slightly off-beat feeling of this faith not being exactly the one he was created for - but then, what do divine beings care for the details of human worship. Faith... is faith, at the end of the day. Besides, Christianity gets most things wrong, so why would he limit what little purpose he can scrape from his continued existence so artibtrarily. So he feels it, the thread of prayer that would back home allow him to fling himself through space to reach anyone, anywhere. Here, the ability is much more limited. She's not far from familiar ground, but somewhere he hasn't personally been before.
Castiel starts walking before her prayer is done, moving with purpose. He could message her, speak to her on the device, but he never liked that.
She needs a sign.
He's only sorry that all she's gonna get is him. ]
Miriam.
[ It doesn't take him long to find her, once he reaches the Independance. He's flown what distances he could on the way to make the trip as short as possible.
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It's not unusual, he supposes, that people will turn to faith after harrowing experiences. Many of them got hurt.
It should have been him. He should have been there.
He can feel the tug on his grace that comes with prayer, even the slightly off-beat feeling of this faith not being exactly the one he was created for - but then, what do divine beings care for the details of human worship. Faith... is faith, at the end of the day. Besides, Christianity gets most things wrong, so why would he limit what little purpose he can scrape from his continued existence so artibtrarily. So he feels it, the thread of prayer that would back home allow him to fling himself through space to reach anyone, anywhere. Here, the ability is much more limited. She's not far from familiar ground, but somewhere he hasn't personally been before.
Castiel starts walking before her prayer is done, moving with purpose. He could message her, speak to her on the device, but he never liked that.
She needs a sign.
He's only sorry that all she's gonna get is him. ]
Miriam.
[ It doesn't take him long to find her, once he reaches the Independance. He's flown what distances he could on the way to make the trip as short as possible.
Oh, she does not deserve to be here. ]
My apologies. It took a while to get here.