Homeless

[human_nature]

What do you hope to achieve by making me come here? I don't have anything to say to you. You want me to explain my actions, justify them, but the simple truth is that there is no justification. I was prideful and arrogant, until— Well. You know. Everyone does.

Insanity granted me a momentary reprieve, but it will not last. It should not last. Why should I be forgiven?

Do not ask me about my faith. I have no answer to that question.

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[dog_masta]

So just kill yourself.

[human_nature]

I have died several times. I was always brought back. There is no reason to assume it would be different if I killed myself.

Besides, suicide is a sin.

[dog_masta]

Really~? And by what methods were you brought back before?

[human_nature]

My Father brought me back.

[dog_masta]

Who is your father?

[human_nature]

I am an angel of the Lord. God is my Father.

[dog_masta]

I always found religion so dull. Life and death are so much more interesting when you take it into your own hands!

[human_nature]

That is the privilege of free will that is yours as a human. I assume you are human?

[dog_masta]

Of a kind, yes. [She's a clone with a mental connection to all the other clones of her.]

[greatest_monster]

Someone's having a problem with shame. [The Master's looking very human right now, very normal, dressed in black slacks and a button-up shirt in thin, neutral-colored stripes. He's leaning against a wall, hands in his pockets, watching Castiel with what might be a hint of a smile.]

[human_nature]

[Castiel will look back with a neutral expression. Yet another human trying to explain his situation to him. Oh well. Engaging can't hurt.]

Perhaps I do. You sound like you have experience in that area.

[greatest_monster]

[Cocks his head to the side, his eyes narrowing, hands coming out of his pockets as he moves to cross his arms across his chest.]

[And then catches himself and smooths his defensive reaction down, hooking his thumbs back into his pockets. He can't manage to soften his expression back to knowing amusement. It catches somewhere in wary hostility.]

I had to be taught.

[human_nature]

To feel shame? [He had to be taught, as well. Or rather . . . he learned by himself, but very late. Too late.] Who taught you?

[greatest_monster]

[Laughs, a short bark. You're something else, kid, whatever and whomever you are. And so obviously clueless that he's going to let you get away with asking that question.]

Oh, where to start. [Smiling again. He knows more than you, Castiel, he thinks, so he's back to feeling comfortable in superiority.]

[human_nature]

[Tilting his head, curious and a bit uncertain. He thinks you may be evading. Or maybe you're giving him a cue to ask more. He's not sure, but he'll give you the benefit of the doubt and go with the latter assumption.]

Was it something that you did? [With him, it was something he did that taught him. Rather than a person.]

[greatest_monster]

[Goes still, eyes not quite focused on Castiel. He's thinking. Does he want to have this conversation?]

[human_nature]

[. . . okay. Castiel never knows when he's crossed that line from showing polite interest to prying. And he also doesn't know what this expression means. If that's anger, or apathy, or something else.]

Forgive me. That was probably a—personal question. I did not mean to ask a personal question.

[. . .] My name is Castiel. By the way.

[greatest_monster]

[Snaps himself out of introspecting.] Castiel. I'm Harry. You drink?

[human_nature]

I'm very pleased to meet you.

[Does he drink? No, he doesn't—oh. Does he drink alcohol. Right.] I will share a drink with you, if you like. But alcohol has very little effect on me. If the effect is what you're after.

[greatest_monster]

I'm after the social effect. Come on. [He waves a hand—this way.] If we're playing true confessions, I want to do it in a crowd. [Not standing around in the middle of Oversharers Anonymous.]

[human_nature]

[The social effect, right. That seems to be what drinking alcohol is about, mostly. Either that, or it's an attempt at repressing unwanted emotions. He's tried the latter, he wouldn't mind trying the former.]

[So he gives Harry a nod, indicating for him to lead the way. He'll follow.]

[greatest_monster]

[Then step this way, angel.]

[upstairsbrain]

Cas. [Have a painful look. He's worried about you and Dean, naturally.]

... You get used to it, here.

[human_nature]

Sam. [A nod. He's . . . not too worried about you. Sorry. He's still in the process of figuring out how to be a person again. You're not around, right now, so he's not worrying about you.]

I have been here before. She lets me speak when she thinks we have something of significance to talk about. This is merely a matter of . . . she and I not being on the same page about that. [Idioms. Are weird. That'll likely never change.]

[upstairsbrain]

It's rare to see... the players, and us, on the same page. ["Muns" and "muses" just sounds too bizarre. ... Well, so does "players," but...]

... Well, it's good to see you.

[human_nature]

Indeed. [It's good to see you, too, he means. And now it's small-talk time. Making a detour through insanity land didn't help make that any easier.]

I assume you are well. Are you?

[upstairsbrain]

[It's been rough for all of them. He's glad that 'normal' Cas is back, of course, but... well. There's the matter of Purgatory.]

Yeah. No complaints here.

[Meaning, he's adjusted.]

Things could always be worse.

[human_nature]

[Yes, the matter of Purgatory. He's not sure what will have to be done about that. He tries not to think about it too much, or too long-term. Last time he planned long-term, he ended up killing a lot of people. He'd like to avoid repeating that.]

Could they? [That's an honest question. Could they be worse? He's not sure he can come up with a scenario that's worse. But you might know more than he does.]

[upstairsbrain]

Yeah. [His whole life is one big example of "things could always be worse." Sam's not really sure what's left in the universe to experience that could be worse.] We'll figure everything out, somehow.

[Meanwhile, he's stuck in two games, which at least takes his mind off things...]