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[ofthursday]

[The feed crackles on in the Darkness, the usual growls and other eerie noises of night at Siren's Port conspicuously absent in the area. It takes a moment for Castiel's image to become clear on the screen, almost melding out of the dark, expression smoothly neutral except for the faint hint of a smirk that looks completely out of place on his usually serious face.

His eyes are dark in the dim lighting, endless and like staring into an abyss, and even across the electronic feed the sense of wrongness is readily apparent.]

So I find myself here once more.

[His voice is soft, calm, almost uncaring, as if showing up in the Port again is a curiosity and nothing more. Then he smiles.]

It seems a good place to begin.

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[ofthursday]

I don't need one. I can see everything.

[freeholding]

[Lucky this is audio, as John's lips press together into a thin white line.]

I would hope not. In my experience, omniscience leads swiftly to madness.

[ofthursday]

Some beings are not made for it. Others are.

[Spoiler alert: Angels are not one of those.]

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[freeholding]

[LONG PAUSE HERE. Long enough it may seem like the line is disconnected.]

[freeholding]

[Forgive me, Dresden. I'll get you out, but--]

[Then:]

If you are so mighty, then I can be a pious man once more. Prove your power and give me back Chicago. Too many will die in my absence.

Surely that is a noble cause. [Even if John himself is not a noble man.]

[ofthursday]

No one will die while you are here. Time is suspended.

[He gives a pass on the demand and it's audacity, because it is for a good reason, if an incorrect one.]

[freeholding]

[You could knock him over with a feather right now.

He hangs up to go have an existential crisis.]