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Um... I'm Castiel. Some of you know me, obviously. I sometimes show myself at the clinic--I'm a healer. Well. [ He looks down into his lap. ] I try to be. The ailment that so badly hit us last month was beyond my ability to remedy, and for that I am deeply sorry.

However if there is anything, any scrape, any...broken leg, or incurable sickness... I should be able to resolve it. Should be. Given the state of my powers here, it does seem to be a game of chance. But I have healed far worse in the past. It's better, surely, to let me try than to live with pain and scarring when I might help with both.

But that isn't what I was here to say, not really. I wanted to... I want to...

I haven't been very clear, and I feel that it's important, given the way things were, and the way things will likely be again. I hear you, all of you, when you turn to prayer. It's impossible to avoid, and while I understand that it is private... I just wanted to apologize, either way.

[ ooc: Castiel doesn't hear all character's prayers since you can opt out of that on his permissions post, however! It's a fun way to make new CR with him if you're interested; just drop him a prayer in his IC inbox! ]

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I agree. I suppose I might have understood if there was something to be gained by it, but...my GPS has never had any difficulty. If people wanted to know where others were, they could have just asked.

[ He says this now. ]

Well, I suppose not all of us have a preternatural sense of direction.

[He'll admit that much - maybe the GPS benefits will balance everything out in the long run, but he doubts it. Then again, he can't rightly blame all of this on Confusion now, can he?]

[ Nope, it's important to blame everyone else. In an understanding sort of way. ]

Not all of us, no.

I admit...I do quite like the orchard. It's pretty.

Pretty, maybe, but a guy like me can't much enjoy it. Asked Sorrow myself, and the fruit ain't even magic.

[So he got to feel all morose and regretful for a few days for nothin'! Story of his damn life, honestly.]

I don't enjoy food either, although I can consume it. It's just not...it's not very pleasant.

I think that's what you mean?

[Sans laughs. Can't help it, really. The guy's just so overwhelmingly sincere.]

Pretty much, yeah. Mostly it just goes right through me.

Do you miss it? I've only really eaten for pleasure one time, and it was under the influence of Famine.

Wasn't aware that was a god.

[Doubtful, he'd think, that it is - hunger ain't really what constitutes an emotion, is it, no matter how much Sans might say to the contrary.]

Well, technically skeletons can go for a few months without food. I gotta make up my own stuff with magic if I wanna be able to eat it.

Um...not so much a god as a Horseman. It was the apocalypse, after all.

So skeletons eat. I suppose that makes sense. Is there any way that I could help?

Not unless you know how to make magic food.

[Apocalypse, shmapocalypse - Sans has been there, so it ain't so surprising. Well, he's been to an apocalypse, of sorts. The asystole of the world don't leave much room for interpretation, after all.]

If you teach me how to do it, then I can perform some magic. I mean...if it's the kind of magic that can be taught.

More like a magic that's just kinda fundamental to the way things are for me, back home. Unless, uh, you happen to be made of magic too.

[He's not sure what it is angels are made of, truth be told.]