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[socius]

[Anna is, despite the late hour and gruesome noises wafting in as background ambiance, wandering about the city. Deep in the city, in what looks like the slums. Dirty, and not just from the Darkness curling in every nook and cranny. It's filthy for other reasons, decaying with a lack of TLC, underpopulated by the rich and overpopulated by the poor.

There was blood running from her nose, and even a quick wipe to it does little to stem the admittedly slowing flow. She looks pale, more so than usual, tired, dizzy. Even a bit green around the gills, so to speak. Like she's uneasy on her own footing.]

Again? [......]

This place is disgusting. [She doesn't sound malicious, irritated, or anything of the like. Just .. tired.] This city is no different from anywhere else on Earth. The poor are always left to rot in their misfortune, while the rich sit on high and turn a blind eye.

[She lifts an arm, the force of her Grace extending, wiping a creature to roadkill instantly. Even if she staggers in the wake of it. A moment later, after she's composed herself, she shuts the feed off.]

[[ooc: So Anna's been canon-updated again! This time, taken from The Song Remains the Same, just after having landed in the past. So she's ... a little worse for wear. Determined, but really weak. Good thing Sam ain't around right now! 8D]]

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[socius]

I have my ways.

[Through Dean. Through Sam's dreams, even. Dreamwalking, keeping herself hidden. Not that she trusts Chuck enough to tell him. And even if she did...]

[paterelohim]

No you don't. Don't you know how it ends? I do.

[socius]

I know how things end, Chuck. That's why I'm doing this- why I have to.

[paterelohim]

No you don't.

Look, Anna- you die. Michael finds you in the middle of trying to kill Mary, and he friggin' smites you. It's horrible.

[socius]

[If an angel could hiss...]

It doesn't matter!

[Because maybe, in all of this, she knows she's going to die. That she'll give her all to screw them over, or die trying. And maybe if she dies, it'll be done with. She won't have to deal with it anymore, she won't have to keep hurting.]

[paterelohim]

Yes it does! You don't have to go that way- come on, don't you see how pointless it is?

[He stops. Falls silent. Stares at her intensely for a long, pregnant pause, before speaking much more softly.]

Anna- do you trust me at all?

[socius]

[She's bristling, wind picking up around her, despite Chuck not being anywhere nearby. She's angry, she's in pain and she's tired, terrified and beyond anything, determined.]

I don't trust anyone.

[paterelohim]

Why? All I ever did was try to help them. I just wanted it to stop. The day you died, I woke myself up freaking out in my sleep. That fire? I remember it.

[socius]

I can't trust anyone. [Not because she shouldn't... But she won't let herself.]

[paterelohim]

Why?

[He starts praying, because maybe she can feel honesty more easily that way.]

Anna, come on- what am I gonna do? Tattle?

[socius]

[The prayer is startling- beyond startling. People don't normally pray to her. But she hears it all the same, suddenly uncomfortable in her own skin. He's being honest, she knows he is.]

Because I don't want to. It's safer. For everyone.

[paterelohim]

Why? There's no Heaven to drag you off to. Michael promised to protect you.

[socius]

[Hey guess what, she's fed up with this praying thing. Let's hope you're alone and dressed Chuck, cause Anna's suddenly in your home.]

I don't trust Michael.

[paterelohim]

[mostly dressed but COOL let's just jump out of his skin now nbd]

Sonofa- uh. [composure: REGAINED.] Okay. Do you trust Gabriel? If Michael tried anything with you, he'd kick his ass.

[socius]

[She merely frowns, however slight. She .. honestly can't imagine Gabriel standing up to Michael for her. Let alone at all.]

Why would he?

[paterelohim]

Because... he loves you?