Inias

[As @HBIC_Naomi digs into @Balthiezar's brain, he's presented with a new vision. Not Castiel this time, but the baby brother still alive >

[story of what has transpired,]

[a ride upon the International Space Station marvel in wonder. The choirs of Seraphim are left with deafening silence, awaiting the >

[The light down upon Earth arrives in Heaven, burning through every single layer of clouds like a jet engine. Mortal men hitching >

.@StillYourMan > the longer we wait, the more opportunity Raphael has to turn the tide. To gather the last of her strength.

.@StillYourMan [something tells him that will not be the case. Eyes sad, he looks up to his older brother.] We need to end this. I fear >

.@StillYourMan [Inias' head bobs up and down slowly.] Yes. Of course. [He hopes the other members of their side will believe this, but >

.@StillYourMan [killing them... that was the price of war. But in that manner; that was barbarism.]

.@StillYourMan [wants, for him to question, for them all to question. The Winchesters certainly had their reasons for fighting angels, so >

.@StillYourMan ...Would the Winchesters do that? [Part of him feels deeply ashamed, knowing that this is exactly what Raphael's side >

.@StillYourMan [Inias hesitates.] ....Forgive me for asking...

.@StillYourMan No. That is what makes us different. How our Father intended us, I believe. To suffer the loss. Not to casually cause it. >

.@StillYourMan [At that his voice finds strength.] Castiel, this was not your fault. This was them. This was @TrumpsEvrything's doing.

.@StillYourMan [And we all watched.]

.@StillYourMan > to do to our kind. They burned her wings, her essence in holy fire. ...And there was nothing we could do. >

.@StillYourMan > lines. They said they were.... [Inias closes his eyes.] going to do to her what "Castiel's precious pets" had threatened >

.@StillYourMan ...They made her a martyr for all to see. A line of holy fire so that we couldn't cross without being trapped behind enemy >

.@StillYourMan [settles for brevity first.] Muriel is dead.

.@StillYourMan [The last part he means; those words are genuine.]

.@StillYourMan [right now. The concrete.] Oh. ....[His voice quiets even more.] Good. That's good. I.. am glad you are well, Castiel. >