[Barnabas takes note of Castiel's body language, of how he almost seemingly preens in how he straightens. Perhaps he is merely curious, yet he would not be surprised that a being of power would like to measure himself against another.]
Born to a human. [Born to his human mother...] We Dominants are not human.
[The way he speaks it is with such certainty, with such finality, there is a shift in his otherwise unchanging tone that emphasizes the fact there is no room for argument on such a matter.]
Though, some hold fast to the fiction that we are, and they suffer for their folly.
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Born to a human. [Born to his human mother...] We Dominants are not human.
[The way he speaks it is with such certainty, with such finality, there is a shift in his otherwise unchanging tone that emphasizes the fact there is no room for argument on such a matter.]
Though, some hold fast to the fiction that we are, and they suffer for their folly.