etraya | voice | un: vsmith

Morally? No. But the cost of achieving it is usually too high, and the results lacking.

[ a pause. ]

Is this fun?

Why not morally?

A high cost, hm?? Because usually one has to die to experience eternal life?

[ There is a pause before: ] Sorry, we're using voice so you couldn't see me wink there, but I did wink. Wink. There, I said.

Fun, right?

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Because — What?

[ oh no. ]

Why are you winking.

Where did I lose you?

Because I'm making a joke and I have something in my eye.

I don't get it.

[ right at the beginning. ]

Well, let's start at the beginning of the joke, hm?

The cost of immortality is high, you said, and I'm saying that the cost is usually one's life. After one dies, they are spirited away to experience eternal life.

I wink because it's a funny thing to say. It's funny to joke about death.

Oh.

[ he at least seems to agree with the premise. ]

Is it funny? [ and that question: it's genuine, not sarcastic. after a moment, he adds, ] You're probably right.

[ in a thoughtful voice. after all, dean, sam, and bobby joke about death all the time. ]

You know what?

Why don't you try it?

My species is immortal.

But I'll be killed if I ever return home.

[ ha... ha? ]

[

]

Good one.

[ Feel the gesture of him holding his hand out to him. ]

Death comes for us all, it seems.

But not eternal life.

Immortality for the mortal isn't wrong because God doesn't care. When your soul is judged, it will be on the actions you took in life.

Your god doesn't care about immortality?

Simply the actions, not the reasons?

[ somewhere, castiel is shrugging. ]

Essentially.

Then how can they be a god?

Why do you think God cares about you at all?

Well, your God may not, but mine does.

By the by, I again say that your God does not sound like a god.

They sound only like someone with power.

He created the world and everything in it.

[ but he doesn't sound particularly invested in this line of debate. ]

How do you know your god cares?

Oh, he's a man, is he?

[ His shoulders lift and lower. ]

Well, first, when you say that you're an immortal species, what do you mean by that?

No.

[ simple and to the point. ]

I'm an Angel of the Lord.

[ Oh. He hates that. ]

J... Just ... Give me a second.

[ Vincent sets the device down for a second. He props his elbows up on the surface of the desk that he sits at - his hand gestures out to the space in front of him. ]

What.

[ The tone and sound of his voice aren't enough to convey just what he's feeling. It's an itchy feeling that burns up the back of his neck. He tilts his head, but the feeling doesn't go away. ]

He has to be messing with me. [ Mockingly: ] ..aN aNGEl OF THE LoRD. [ An involuntary shudder runs through him as he tips his head up to the ceiling, drawing it across to look at every corner with some level of anxiety. ] He sounds more like a person than-- [ His eyebrows lift as he continues: ] Would I feel better if he spoke instead?

[ Possibly. Maybe. Speaking means he might have been able to convince Valtiel of something. Wishful thinking.

His hands draw back, fingertips touching his clammy forehead. ]

I feel...

I'm surprised an angel of the Lord speaks the way that you do.

[ His voice returns to himself - the same confidence of before. ]

Not just what you're saying but that you do speak.

This isn't my... true body.

This is just a vessel.

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