[ castiel takes a deep breath, nostrils flaring. he suppresses the urge to take another drink of his tea. instead, he stares down into the brown liquid, shame taking up all the room on his features. ]
And I judge them by the same standards I judge myself. I'm a poor excuse for an angel, but at least I— at least I know that this is wrong.
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[ castiel takes a deep breath, nostrils flaring. he suppresses the urge to take another drink of his tea. instead, he stares down into the brown liquid, shame taking up all the room on his features. ]
And I judge them by the same standards I judge myself. I'm a poor excuse for an angel, but at least I— at least I know that this is wrong.