[JP] The Last Unicorn quote
[Set in takea_stepback.]
“The happy ending cannot come in the middle of a story.”
Morons.
Morons, every last one of them.
The angels were supposed to be the protectors of humanity, not the ones advocating their own ends. Though she should have figured-two thousand years of watching the humans they would get bored of watching them tear the world to pieces. Watching the demons tempt them away and influence their choices. Watching the people who had the choice to ignore the absence of the Father in this world, while they felt the pain all too well. She knew that it wasn’t right, and it wasn’t fair, but it didn’t give them the right to do this. She didn’t even understand it, really. She knew that something wasn’t right. Gabriel wouldn’t allow this, Michael wouldn’t allow this. And yet from the way Castiel spoke, the way the archangels were attacking one of their own, she knew that there was something very, very wrong.
Now the fate of everything was in the hands of an angel who was just learning that there was something called a choice. Dean and Sam were strong, and stronger together, but they still needed guidance. They needed someone that was going to be able to guide them. That knew the mythology and the options better than she did. She was good for some things-angel proofing, for one-but she wasn’t good for everything. She just knew that Castiel had a lot of work to do before he was ready. Angels were supposed to be the moral compass, and if the angel’s own was out of whack, how could they even expect to guide their charges?
It wasn’t helping matters that she could feel him either. She missed him the way the angels missed God. It was an emptiness, a vacant hole where the person you’re supposed to love the most is supposed to be and now that he was free again, now that he had risen from behind the seals she could feel his presence out there, calling her back all over again, but she knew better than to go for just what she wanted. She had to look at the bigger picture, and there was much more at stake than what she needed. Gabriel had taught her that, and she wasn’t sure if it was the masochistic side, or just the fact that everything was spinning so far out of control that she was losing her perspective, but as far as she was concerned, he was the only voice in her head that was actually making any sense. That was a sorry state of affairs when an archangel was the only words making sense to a demon.
She swallowed it all for the moment, and just turned back to the matter at hand, namely angel-proofing the panic room, in addition to how it was already demon-proofed. She helped where she could, and hopefully in the end it would pay off. And while she knew that no matter what path she chose, this Apocalypse was going to be the death of her, she couldn’t help but relish the fact that she had the choice while she had it. The war wasn’t over yet.
You certainly can’t end a story in the middle.
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“The happy ending cannot come in the middle of a story.”
Morons.
Morons, every last one of them.
The angels were supposed to be the protectors of humanity, not the ones advocating their own ends. Though she should have figured-two thousand years of watching the humans they would get bored of watching them tear the world to pieces. Watching the demons tempt them away and influence their choices. Watching the people who had the choice to ignore the absence of the Father in this world, while they felt the pain all too well. She knew that it wasn’t right, and it wasn’t fair, but it didn’t give them the right to do this. She didn’t even understand it, really. She knew that something wasn’t right. Gabriel wouldn’t allow this, Michael wouldn’t allow this. And yet from the way Castiel spoke, the way the archangels were attacking one of their own, she knew that there was something very, very wrong.
Now the fate of everything was in the hands of an angel who was just learning that there was something called a choice. Dean and Sam were strong, and stronger together, but they still needed guidance. They needed someone that was going to be able to guide them. That knew the mythology and the options better than she did. She was good for some things-angel proofing, for one-but she wasn’t good for everything. She just knew that Castiel had a lot of work to do before he was ready. Angels were supposed to be the moral compass, and if the angel’s own was out of whack, how could they even expect to guide their charges?
It wasn’t helping matters that she could feel him either. She missed him the way the angels missed God. It was an emptiness, a vacant hole where the person you’re supposed to love the most is supposed to be and now that he was free again, now that he had risen from behind the seals she could feel his presence out there, calling her back all over again, but she knew better than to go for just what she wanted. She had to look at the bigger picture, and there was much more at stake than what she needed. Gabriel had taught her that, and she wasn’t sure if it was the masochistic side, or just the fact that everything was spinning so far out of control that she was losing her perspective, but as far as she was concerned, he was the only voice in her head that was actually making any sense. That was a sorry state of affairs when an archangel was the only words making sense to a demon.
She swallowed it all for the moment, and just turned back to the matter at hand, namely angel-proofing the panic room, in addition to how it was already demon-proofed. She helped where she could, and hopefully in the end it would pay off. And while she knew that no matter what path she chose, this Apocalypse was going to be the death of her, she couldn’t help but relish the fact that she had the choice while she had it. The war wasn’t over yet.
You certainly can’t end a story in the middle.
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