[He blinks. He'd inherited it from his dad, a tired face that gives very little away.
Fact is, mentions of "they" don't overwhelm him with joy and familial warmth. They'd saved the world from two obsessed angels and practically kicked him over the edge to do it. There's still a wounded part of him, a part whose voice gets especially loud at this time of night, that thinks the cost had been too high. Angels could pick whatever they wanted, his brothers could sweet talk whoever they needed, but the world could just fucking burn.
Maybe it just should. It'd be easier that way, wouldn't it? Kiss everything goodbye once and for all.
He has to swallow around a lump in his throat to speak, but when he does, he's relieved to find his voice is calm and level.]
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Fact is, mentions of "they" don't overwhelm him with joy and familial warmth. They'd saved the world from two obsessed angels and practically kicked him over the edge to do it. There's still a wounded part of him, a part whose voice gets especially loud at this time of night, that thinks the cost had been too high. Angels could pick whatever they wanted, his brothers could sweet talk whoever they needed, but the world could just fucking burn.
Maybe it just should. It'd be easier that way, wouldn't it? Kiss everything goodbye once and for all.
He has to swallow around a lump in his throat to speak, but when he does, he's relieved to find his voice is calm and level.]
So you're with them, and not with Michael.