[The wait passes with a tangle of feelings. He frankly doesn't much like what he's heard about how angels and god work in Castiel's universe, and it's hard not to worry for him and how he's handling it when he's clearly this mixed up about it. And how can he not feel guilty for putting the question to mind? But at the same time, he couldn't help but ask. It's messed up. He can't just brush by it.]
[Once Castiel finally answers (all uncertain justification), Davesprite's comes much quicker.]
You sound like you barely even believe yourself.
['Must have had some reason.' A god that doesn't see to endow souls to his servants.]
He made you like tools. If there's no soul, he can discard you as soon as you break. You don't feel bad for the hammer if it breaks because there's nothing deeper in it. Or maybe not even that? You can fix a busted tool. You—you're lightbulbs. You burn out or you break, and that's it. But when you have minds and can question and doubt... That's fucked up. That's massively fucked up. What the hell?
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[Once Castiel finally answers (all uncertain justification), Davesprite's comes much quicker.]
You sound like you barely even believe yourself.
['Must have had some reason.' A god that doesn't see to endow souls to his servants.]
He made you like tools. If there's no soul, he can discard you as soon as you break. You don't feel bad for the hammer if it breaks because there's nothing deeper in it. Or maybe not even that? You can fix a busted tool. You—you're lightbulbs. You burn out or you break, and that's it. But when you have minds and can question and doubt... That's fucked up. That's massively fucked up. What the hell?