Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20190522145433/@comment-38998054-20190530223014

"It's okay everyone. It's considered silly to talk to your food right? Besides, he'll be crying a different way when I save his fragile ass from a draugr overlord." Castiel waved off the whole thing. He didn't know this man, and now could care less if he ever did. At least now, he'd have some making up to do in the social department. It was clear that these people didn't take kind to his harsh judgmental words.

Although, Castiel was well warranted to destroy this noble piece of shit, his restraint in this moment was a product of over a century of hearing the same rubbish abundantly. In the end though, it was he who would see them buried or entombed not by his own hands but by time itself. Immortality causes apathy. Fifty years from now Jehan would be pissing and crapping on himself, unable to walk, bald, and a wrinkled feebled shadow of a man. Castiel? He'd still be just like this. Thats all the retribution Castiel needed. Just to know these things was revenge enough.

Castiel climbed onto the carriage as himself and not the beast within. He slouched back and grinned to himself and remained quiet.