[ Castiel, technically, by all accounts, does not need to breathe. he does, mostly because it's any body's instinct, and more hassle than it's worth to try and counteract that. Still, when he sees the ruin left behind of Ignis, Castiel sucks in a short breath.
There's no doubt the man is dead. There's nothing there to fix, even if Castiel were to pour the entirety of his limited power into him.
Guilt used to be a white hot coil, a sharp pain somewhere in his vessel's ribcage that would eventually settle, burning hot, in his guts. These days, it's a dull, chafing ache, a yoke he bears with slumped shoulders.
It should have been him.
A sunlit Beacon that has all their data. Multidimensional portals, something coming through. A control tower, suspiciously shaped like a lighthouse. A printer that creates unlit replicas of lanterns. World Eaters. ]
We should move on. We can come back for the body later.
[ It sounds like he wants it to be clipped and efficient, but there's a wariness to his voice, a tension in his jaw and more emotion than usual in his eyes. Still, Castiel is good at pushing his feelings aside and focusing, soldiering ever onwards towards more doom.
He moves to the doors, and will go through the one that just opened, with or without Scarlett. ]
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There's no doubt the man is dead. There's nothing there to fix, even if Castiel were to pour the entirety of his limited power into him.
Guilt used to be a white hot coil, a sharp pain somewhere in his vessel's ribcage that would eventually settle, burning hot, in his guts. These days, it's a dull, chafing ache, a yoke he bears with slumped shoulders.
It should have been him.
A sunlit Beacon that has all their data. Multidimensional portals, something coming through. A control tower, suspiciously shaped like a lighthouse. A printer that creates unlit replicas of lanterns. World Eaters. ]
We should move on. We can come back for the body later.
[ It sounds like he wants it to be clipped and efficient, but there's a wariness to his voice, a tension in his jaw and more emotion than usual in his eyes. Still, Castiel is good at pushing his feelings aside and focusing, soldiering ever onwards towards more doom.
He moves to the doors, and will go through the one that just opened, with or without Scarlett. ]