[ Castiel keeps his eyes on her the entire time. Makes sure she feels the weight of it, of a creature older than the world allowing her to speak this truth and pass judgment in her favour. ]
You don't wish to hurt anyone.
[ A statement, not a question. He doesn't need for her to confirm it. The way she's removed herself from other residents, the way everything inside of her called for help, not knowing that anyone would even be capable of hearing, or providing.
Castiel remembers Benny.
Castiel remembers Sam.
Castiel... clenches his fingers for a moment, then unclenches them.
He used to condemn creatures for what they were. He's since met monsters, become one, and found a demon to l-...
That thought, quietly, painfully, is tucked far, far away. He layers it under the shredded remains of his faith, that unexplored, unspoken emotion that could never come to pass. ]
Stay here. Keep praying, to me directly this time, so I can return to your side. Should you snap before I make it back to you, I will smite you before you can harm others.
[ Harsh? Perhaps. But Castiel knows what it's like to slaughter with no one able to oppose him. She... does not deserve to shoulder such guilt, when she tries so hard to hold herself back.
Castiel is quick. Departs, briefly, to gather supplies. A deep soup bowl rom the Independence's kitchen, as well as a sharp knife. Bandages, because he doesn't heal as fast as he'd like to, here.
He's back by her side, fast, and wordlessly presses the bowl into her hands and begins rolling up the layered sleeves on his left forearm. ]
Unlike most residents here, I don't particularly need it. You'll tell me when it's enough.
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You don't wish to hurt anyone.
[ A statement, not a question. He doesn't need for her to confirm it. The way she's removed herself from other residents, the way everything inside of her called for help, not knowing that anyone would even be capable of hearing, or providing.
Castiel remembers Benny.
Castiel remembers Sam.
Castiel... clenches his fingers for a moment, then unclenches them.
He used to condemn creatures for what they were. He's since met monsters, become one, and found a demon to l-...
That thought, quietly, painfully, is tucked far, far away. He layers it under the shredded remains of his faith, that unexplored, unspoken emotion that could never come to pass. ]
Stay here. Keep praying, to me directly this time, so I can return to your side. Should you snap before I make it back to you, I will smite you before you can harm others.
[ Harsh? Perhaps. But Castiel knows what it's like to slaughter with no one able to oppose him. She... does not deserve to shoulder such guilt, when she tries so hard to hold herself back.
Castiel is quick. Departs, briefly, to gather supplies. A deep soup bowl rom the Independence's kitchen, as well as a sharp knife. Bandages, because he doesn't heal as fast as he'd like to, here.
He's back by her side, fast, and wordlessly presses the bowl into her hands and begins rolling up the layered sleeves on his left forearm. ]
Unlike most residents here, I don't particularly need it. You'll tell me when it's enough.