[he'd never be able to put into words why, but he has to look away. his gaze angles off, lowers to the side, as if he can't bear to look at something that is invisible anyway.
they're so similar, it makes his chest feel sunken in. the paths they've chosen, the mistakes they've made, are very different from one and other. but they were originally created for the same purpose, have since fallen, and were marked by their respective attachments to the mortal race.]
They'll get hurt anyway. Until we can find a way out.
[though, it's practically beside the point now. because the point that is presently stuck, lanced right through him, is the fact that some part of him doesn't want to be a monster anymore than Crowley does. but he keeps holding onto it like a shield.]
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they're so similar, it makes his chest feel sunken in. the paths they've chosen, the mistakes they've made, are very different from one and other. but they were originally created for the same purpose, have since fallen, and were marked by their respective attachments to the mortal race.]
They'll get hurt anyway. Until we can find a way out.
[though, it's practically beside the point now. because the point that is presently stuck, lanced right through him, is the fact that some part of him doesn't want to be a monster anymore than Crowley does. but he keeps holding onto it like a shield.]