[The anger takes the angel by surprise, and he is quiet for several moments while he gathers his thoughts back together. Angels don't get angry. It's unbecoming.]
I did what I thought was right. What I needed to do. And I did what I had to do, in the end, but with so many unexpected consequences...Sam, and me, again, and those creatures....I was wrong. I should have been punished. Instead I'm here again, good as new, thinking about the mistake, about how I should have listened - to you, and Rachel, and Balthazar, and instead I went through them. Is this my punishment, Dean? This guilt, eating at me?
[He turns back to Dean, effectively a tightly bundled psychological mess.]
You taught me that when you need to do something - you have to ignore how impossible it seems, how insane and irrational, and your detractors, and--
[He drops off abruptly, staring at his own lap, and sighs. Then he runs a hand through his hair and looks away again.]
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[The anger takes the angel by surprise, and he is quiet for several moments while he gathers his thoughts back together. Angels don't get angry. It's unbecoming.]
I did what I thought was right. What I needed to do. And I did what I had to do, in the end, but with so many unexpected consequences...Sam, and me, again, and those creatures....I was wrong. I should have been punished. Instead I'm here again, good as new, thinking about the mistake, about how I should have listened - to you, and Rachel, and Balthazar, and instead I went through them. Is this my punishment, Dean? This guilt, eating at me?
[He turns back to Dean, effectively a tightly bundled psychological mess.]
You taught me that when you need to do something - you have to ignore how impossible it seems, how insane and irrational, and your detractors, and--
[He drops off abruptly, staring at his own lap, and sighs. Then he runs a hand through his hair and looks away again.]