homeless forever, seriously

[mouthbreathe]

Ah, and yet you are thinking of finding a place for me to live. Thinking that the world I go would be able to weaken me to the point of control.

But even so, I will feel that hunger and require... feeding.

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[thepalerider]

They think they can do anything when it comes to controlling us, brother.

I doubt they understand that your hunger is not something that is easily controlled, it is as much a part of you as a soul is to the human behind the keys, strip you of your hunger would leave you....empty.

[mouthbreathe]

And so unfortunate, too.

There's not that many souls that I am allowed to devour... what I shall I do? Feel a hole eat away at my insides? It seems no thought is given to how to really tend to us.

[thepalerider]

Their lack of respect is appalling, if I had my way I'd allow you to devour them all.

Sadly, we are not free to do as we please. If they wished to contain us in such away, they should not have raised us in the first place.

[A sigh.]

They do not understand the consequences, how it effects you. You are right, they put not thought at all to how to 'keep' us well.

[mouthbreathe]

Such kindness... to grant me even the idea of eating those souls...

[ And wipes away some drool. His head lulls down then up, which is assumed to be a nod, agreeing with what is said now. ]

At least, I won't be taken from when that sweet vessel and empty boy defeated me. That'd be too weak even to humor having me be anywhere.

But at least I know that Pestilence taught them some of a lesson... but you should have done the same... that angel would have let us eat and devour so much. Shame that it didn't happen.

[thepalerider]

You're welcome, brother, though it is nothing more than an idea. I can no more deliver than you can devour.

That, at the very least is a kindness that your...mun-thing has granted you.

[He stands next to his brother, leaning on his cane.]

You're wrong, the angel would have ruined everything. He hadn't any respect for us either, we were nothing, but puppets in his mind, brother.

[mouthbreathe]

Mortals who think they understand our thoughts and actions. It's quite humorous. They're just as hungry, ravenous, as anything else... I think that's where the appeal is.

[ And looks up from his wheelchair. ]

And now you're the only one that's really free...

[nopantscas]

I'd think given the, uh, bell jar nature of some of these places, that it'd practically be a veritable smorgasbord for you and yours.

[mouthbreathe]

I would not think that you'd say something like that... but then, you're not quite like yourself.

[nopantscas]

"I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir, because I'm not myself, you see." Or, uh, some other words to that effect.

[mouthbreathe]

Joining that little boy with his emptiness, are you? Truly a good pet for those Winchesters...

[fullonswayzed]

You try anything else you're gonna lose another finger.

[mouthbreathe]

But this... is unfortunately a safe place for both of us... only words to exchange... how lucky for you.

[fullonswayzed]

Lucky? Last time I checked your little tricks didn't work on me so well.