[Dazai isn't entirely sure if Cas does, exactly. He was as he was meant to be, once, and then things changed. Or rather, his understanding of things changed, and he no longer felt right being that way, if Dazai has put the pieces together correctly. Dazai has ... never once felt as though he belonged in this world, as though he had the qualifications to consider himself a human being.
Even so, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if he does, because this really is the last piece, isn't it? Castiel wanted to live, before his world changed around him. Odasaku wanted to be a writer, and all at once no longer felt he had the ability to, as the solid ground beneath his feet was torn out from him.
The cage no longer matters to him, either. Trying to resist, keeping back the most vulnerable pieces of him ... he can't do it. He feels as though Castiel has run him through with one of those holy swords and he is burning from the inside out.]
You really are ... just like him.
[He sighs, and there's the barest grumble. It's not even really meant to be audible, save for the lack of any other sounds or distractions in the dark:]
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Even so, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if he does, because this really is the last piece, isn't it? Castiel wanted to live, before his world changed around him. Odasaku wanted to be a writer, and all at once no longer felt he had the ability to, as the solid ground beneath his feet was torn out from him.
The cage no longer matters to him, either. Trying to resist, keeping back the most vulnerable pieces of him ... he can't do it. He feels as though Castiel has run him through with one of those holy swords and he is burning from the inside out.]
You really are ... just like him.
[He sighs, and there's the barest grumble. It's not even really meant to be audible, save for the lack of any other sounds or distractions in the dark:]
Dean had better keep you safe.