un: castiel | text (backdated to dec 24th)

[messenger]

Hello, this is Castiel.

If you were given an egg and don't intend to care for it, I'm willing to nurse it in your stead. My nest is large enough to incubate several.

You can meet me at the Kwik Trip.

( ooc: i will be handwaving all physical exchanges for convenience's sake.

please note: eggs that are given away will not hatch, so this is really just a relatively "guilt-free" way for a character to get rid of an egg if they don't plan to participate. )

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[unaliveyourself]

[In a strange way, it's a little like a relief. That, at least, is something he can't understand or relate to anything else at all.

Even if the notion is profoundly unsettling in a different way. He'd talked to John about how a person would go mad if they were aware of the 119 deaths that occur every minute on average. Does Castiel feel it, every time a person dies? Does he bear their pain, or is it more like little lights burning out among millions, ultimately irrelevant due to the millions flickering on at the same time?

For all Dazai might feel he lacks the qualifications to be a proper human being, he can only be what he is, in the end.]

do you feel all of us, as well? what does it feel like, when we die?

[messenger]

I feel you.

[ maybe not dazai specifically, because of his curious power. but in a general sense, to answer his question: yes. to say how he experiences death, though, is a more or less interesting answer, depending on how you look at it. ]

It's a kind of transmutation, I suppose. Your soul remains. You move from one state to another.

Of course, Heaven is a place I can visit.

[ the gravity isn't lost on him— but he can't, exactly, feel it. ]

[unaliveyourself]

energy cannot be created or destroyed, only converted between forms, hm? you know, i really didn't expect a universe with an afterlife to follow the laws of thermodynamics.

[He's not sure how to think about it, really. For a man who's spent his life idealizing death, it's a uncomfortable notion.]

are there really pearly gates?

[messenger]

I could even write you the mathematic constituents of time travel, though I believe it'd take some time for you to update your understanding of the laws of physics to properly conceptualize it.

[ believe it or not, it all comes back to numbers in the end. ]

There are no gates, pearly or otherwise. Heaven as it exists to us is beyond what I'm capable of describing with your language.

It's very beautiful.

[ and he misses it very much. ]