I'd like to believe that other versions of God exist that are what the God I knew should have been. Perhaps I am just an overly optimistic angel in a trench coat, though.
[Castiel shrugs. Too much heart and too much hope; these have always been considered weaknesses in him by others. But Castiel has been through enough now that he considers them strengths, not weaknesses. And he likes having said traits to cling to, here in this unknown environment. He likes holding onto aspects of himself that have gotten him through much in the past.
He manages a chuckle at the mention of 'prickly living.']
The living tend to be quite prickly, in my experience.
[He arches an eyebrow at 'heading.' He tilts his head, considering Constantine for the moment.] Are you asking me to pick a direction? Or something else?
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[Castiel shrugs. Too much heart and too much hope; these have always been considered weaknesses in him by others. But Castiel has been through enough now that he considers them strengths, not weaknesses. And he likes having said traits to cling to, here in this unknown environment. He likes holding onto aspects of himself that have gotten him through much in the past.
He manages a chuckle at the mention of 'prickly living.']
The living tend to be quite prickly, in my experience.
[He arches an eyebrow at 'heading.' He tilts his head, considering Constantine for the moment.] Are you asking me to pick a direction? Or something else?