“ Ha ha ha. I do, don’t I? Well, I’m human. What do you expect? Do you think we are all blessed with hearts of steel? Ha ha ha. Well, sorry to disappoint — a man can only take so much hurt. There you go again, talking like you know better… but aren’t you just the same? You’re just hiding behind this — mask, acting all tough. See, at least I’m not pretending to be something I’m not, at least I’m being honest with myself and with the world.”
soft features crinkled with hard edges of her muscles contorting the face to disgust, and offence. cas’ stance grew stiff and straight and a fire lit behind an intense stare.
❝watch your tongue, fuckboy. grow some thick skin and stop being a little bitch. it’s humans like you that bring yer species down– weak, pathetic, spineless. always bitching ‘n’ complaining, moping in their own shitty luck. shit happens, that’s life. it’s not going to get any easier, might as well belt up 'n’ accept the fact tha’ it’s yer own fuckin’ fault yer hurtin’.❞
cas’ voice had slowly increased in volume, coming to a near shout before catching herself. to think she was trying to help— and this didn’t seem like the correct way to help the mourning. good job, girlie.
❝i’ve been around for thousands upon thousands of years t'learn this shit, so y'might as well get some paper nd pen and take some notes. b'cause yer life is significantly shorter. i ain’t wearin’ no mask, fucker, m'just not sittin’ in a shit-filled diaper like ya. been there, done that, and it ain’t easy, i know, but damn. it’s depressin’ t'see a good race go bad b'cause of people who don’t want to get better.❞
