[He doesn't even have words for how much that must suck.
Sighs quietly. It's futile asking if Castiel is okay, since... obviously not. Sorry is meaningless too. How did you even begin to understand something like that? Beings of that level didn't just... not talk. Was God dead? Like the Guardians had been?
(NO maybe Castiel is an alien)
(why is he entertaining that possibility now since God doesn't do that are you even kidding)
(maybe He'd just stepped into the next room??)
He hates having conversations like these over the network.] There's always hope?
[why is he saying this he doesn't even half-believe it himself but there's nothing else that works. A+ for effort, Rayner, says the inner critic.]
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[Cas isn't upset about God being missing. He's not even bitter- well, maybe he is those things, deep down, but more than anything else he's just resigned. He's reached a point where he knows if he wants things to be different in his life, he needs to change them himself, rather than expect an absent father to step in for him yet again.
No, Cas is pretty done taking orders. He's not comfortable or sure or steady on his own feet, but he is one hundred percent done with letting others make his decisions for him.]
[There's a question on the tip of his tongue: are you the last one because he had been, and he shared (somewhat, he thought, how could one even begin to comprehend God leaving this was why it was all complicated) the loneliness, the terrible feeling of betrayal (frightening) when he'd realised no one was coming for him and—
stop this right now. it's over. breathe. breathe.
He's lucky he's better at maintaining the impassive mask of semi-thoughtfulness, semi-curiosity. The only hint that something about Castiel's statement shook him is the briefest flicker of fear in Kyle's eyes. Otherwise he's remained outwardly calm(er).] Okay, I guess. Good luck.... [He's not really sure what else to say, so he simply offers a small wave at the screen.]
[Something in Castiel senses the shift, but it's much harder to pick up over video than in person. He's just not as adept at reading the social cues in a person's face, rather than just delving into their minds or taking a peek at the state of their souls. He might as well be trying to read the emotional state of a poster.]
Same to you. [Cas offers Kyle a curt nod, searches for a moment, and disconnects the feed.]
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Sighs quietly. It's futile asking if Castiel is okay, since... obviously not. Sorry is meaningless too. How did you even begin to understand something like that? Beings of that level didn't just... not talk. Was God dead? Like the Guardians had been?
(NO maybe Castiel is an alien)
(why is he entertaining that possibility now since God doesn't do that are you even kidding)
(maybe He'd just stepped into the next room??)
He hates having conversations like these over the network.] There's always hope?
[why is he saying this he doesn't even half-believe it himself but there's nothing else that works. A+ for effort, Rayner, says the inner critic.]
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[Cas isn't upset about God being missing. He's not even bitter- well, maybe he is those things, deep down, but more than anything else he's just resigned. He's reached a point where he knows if he wants things to be different in his life, he needs to change them himself, rather than expect an absent father to step in for him yet again.
No, Cas is pretty done taking orders. He's not comfortable or sure or steady on his own feet, but he is one hundred percent done with letting others make his decisions for him.]
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stop this right now. it's over. breathe. breathe.
He's lucky he's better at maintaining the impassive mask of semi-thoughtfulness, semi-curiosity. The only hint that something about Castiel's statement shook him is the briefest flicker of fear in Kyle's eyes. Otherwise he's remained outwardly calm(er).] Okay, I guess. Good luck.... [He's not really sure what else to say, so he simply offers a small wave at the screen.]
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Same to you. [Cas offers Kyle a curt nod, searches for a moment, and disconnects the feed.]