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[cherishpity]

[ hello discedo! there's a man in a trenchcoat standing in the middle of street. he seems to be incredibly intent on staring at something on the horizon, but whatever it is apparently can't be seen by the human eye. after a few minutes of complete silence, the man finally speaks up, with utter confusion in his voice ]This doesn't make any sense

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[cherishpity]

I've been cut off from Heaven.

Again.

[cherishpity]

Again.

[ a pause ]

Heaven does not take dissent lightly. We tend to... prune the vagrant branches before they sow further seeds of decent.

[cherishpity]

Yes.

Then I got better.

[cherishpity]

[ with that, Castiel manages a small chuckle ]

No, not evil. Just an angel with free will. I don't believe God would have brought me back if I had turned rogue.

[cherishpity]

Angels follow orders. There was no room for questioning what we were doing or why.

I believe I have it now. Perhaps I always have, but never chose to exercise it.

[cherishpity]

Yes. It's a very... strange feeling.

I suppose the feelings of doubt, insecurity and utter hopelessness are side effects I'll learn to live with over time.

[cherishpity]

I believe most people would worry if the fate of the world was resting in their palms.

I did what I believed to be right.

[cherishpity]

I hope so.

And I believe I'll need to take you up on your offer.