“ 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.❞
“I am.” He says without shame. “I know… I know all that… I know I’m pathetic, but I can’t help it. I just can’t do this on my own so I’m waiting for someone to get me out of this slump… Think what you will, but this is how it is with me… I’m assuming… that you’ve never been in love?"
❝you sound like one of those cheap disney princesses, waiting for their prince to come save them. only you can save yourself, kid. relying on people too much will ruin you. i’ve been in love hundred times over, and had thousands of lovers in all my years. it hurts to lose them, but it isn’t the end. never is. there’s always something past that, and you’d miss it all if you let it cripple you for too long.❞
“You needn’t tell me that. I already know. But, does it really matter? If the fire within me has been snuffed out? Do people look for that in a man? Then what of broken men? Do they not get to have a chance of being loved as well?"
❝a human with fire never loses it. they just suffocate it. a ‘broken man’ is but an idiotic excuse for people to feel sorry for themselves, to mope in the dark like a pouting, wounded animal. are you implying that you’re a broken man with lost love?❞
“I’ve never really desired for anything…” Only her, the girl who has left him for the skies above. “… Guess that means I’ve failed then… huh?” A man who surrenders easily is no man, but a coward. Then, a coward he is.
❝a man with no passion is a weak one, if one at all. what a shame– you look like someone who’d have that fire.❞
He laughs lightly. “Do I need some kind of special preparation to get to know you? I don’t remember having to do that for anyone else. Why are you any different from them?”
❝guess yer gonna ‘ave t'figure that out. y'gotta really want it to get it. ❞
“Sounds interesting. Where do I sign up?” He laughs, thinking she’s just talking nonsense, and this is all just one big joke.
she clearly didn’t find the same amusement he did. silent with a raised brow, serious as one could get. though, she did crack a small smile after a few moments. ❝consider yourself lucky that i lost my religions when they died out.❞
