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HAHAHA ITS OK poor 9S.............

[messenger]

[ well, he could understand if his anger were coming from a place of defensiveness for jimmy's life— he deserved better than what he got. cas knows that much. but even though he has a vague inkling of the importance of death rituals to humanity, most of his experience comes through a practical bent. hunters always burn their dead, because of the danger of ghosts, undead, and the like. ]

Technically, it is mine. Lucifer was able to possess me, with my consent. If it were still Jimmy's, that wouldn't have worked.

[ he shakes his head a little— he's probably not interested in that kind of minutia. ]

I need this body. I can't properly exist in this world without it.

[dressedtothe]

[Castiel is right; 9S doesn't care for such irrelevant details.]

Then possess someone or something else.

[The vehemence behind his words twists his expression.]

You did it before, didn't you? You can do it again. Just because you're what was left behind doesn't make that body yours.

[messenger]

I won't take another human from their family. If you're concerned about them, you should understand why this is preferable.

[ he sighs— it's really beyond his understanding, that one would be more concerned with jimmy's body than the life of another living human. ]

This way, no one is hurt. Jimmy deserved better than the fate he was handed, but it's done now.

[dressedtothe]

[And just like that, 9S' processors shudder to a halt, torn between two equally unacceptable options. Family was important to humans, wasn't it? The machine network devoured all it could about humanity, to better imitate it. And machines -- both networked and not -- regularly came back to family. A mother and son. A big sister and her little sister. Child, child, child.

Brother.

It doesn't stall him for long, however, but the expression on his face turns pinched, like he's unthinkingly taken a bite from a lemon without knowing the unpleasantness in store for him.]

You said your true form is dangerous to those who see it.

[Words he would normally keep to himself leave his mouth in a fit of pique.]

What a stupid design. Do all angels have to possess humans then to not be dangerous? What did that even mean?

[messenger]

My true from is about 300 meters tall, and any human who lays eyes on it would have their eyes burnt from their head. My true voice is... also impossible for them to hear without being damaged. And yes, all angels are beholden to this restriction.

It's inconvenient, admittedly. I'd rather not have to possess a human to live among them— But we were created first. So really, it's their design that's inconvenient.

[ castiel plucks at the lapel of his coat half-heartedly. he doesn't seem offended in the least. but, well, he's heard far worse. most people reacted fairly negatively to meeting him when he first set foot on earth. ]

I always assumed there was some reason for it, but God doesn't talk to us any more than He talks to them.

[dressedtothe]

[Wh-

The anger and disdain gets swapped out for childish indignation.]

Hey! If humans were created later, that means they're an upgrade.

[Obviously proven by the fact he has to use a human body to do whatever it is he's doing. Clearly.]

What's the point of being so big anyway? Bigger doesn't mean better. What can you even do at that size?

[messenger]

I'm not saying they aren't, but it still makes no sense to build us with such incompatibilities. Size is irrelevant. In Heaven, space isn't physical, and neither are our bodies.

[ he gives a shrug and scratches his cheek. ]

It's strange to hear you get defensive of them. Most humans don't even like other humans that much.

[dressedtothe]

[Maybe this guy should ask God that... if he even could. Another reason humans were superior; even the latest model androids can interact with the older models just fine.]

Well, that's what makes them so special! They're not built for cooperation like us androids, but they still lived together despite not always getting along.

[Humans pursued war, but they were also capable of great love... At least that's how he understands it.

But they're gone now.

Somehow, he keeps a smile on his face.]

You don't find that interesting?

[messenger]

Most of the angels don't get along anymore either, and they still live together, too. Not that I don't find it interesting, it's just...

[ how does he put this? he frowns, almost as though to himself. ]

It's sad, to watch them suffer. They kill themselves, both figuratively and literally, over the most inconsequential things. They can't even conceive of how short their lives are.

[dressedtothe]

I...

[For a moment, 9S seems at a loss for words. He's poured through so many old world records as well as those stored on the machine network, he knows, intellectually, that's what happens.

He thinks about his own life.]

Maybe... maybe it's because their lives are so short. Every moment would seem precious then, wouldn't it? The things that seem so unimportant... maybe to them, it means the world.

[messenger]

But then why not spend more time with those who truly matter to them? Doing things that truly mean something? I don't think I'll ever understand it.

[ in the same way a human can't possibly begin to conceptualize the millions of years he's been alive for, he can't conceptualize being here for such a short time. it's just not possible. ]

[dressedtothe]

[Genuinely curious, 9S can't help but poke and pull at the threads of conversation offered.]

What sort of things would you say 'truly mean something'? What would you do instead, then?

[9S idly kicks at the ground. This other guy makes it sound like there's some kind of lofty goal humans should aspire to.]

[messenger]

Doing what... makes them happy, I suppose. No two humans find meaning in the same thing.

[ it's a bit difficult for him to conceptualize. he's never truly considered his own happiness. ]

What I would do is besides the point.