( Hey, listen, he gets it. He knows how it sounds — fruit loops, cuckoo for cocoa puffs, all those other delicious sugary cereals that are part of a balanced breakfast. If you'd have told him this crap a few years back, he'd have sliced you some That's Bananas to go with it, but he's seen it. Lived it. Bought the t-shirt. Is the t-shirt, if you think about it. )
No. ( A beat wherein he visibly reconsiders, sways, and relents: ) Yeah, kind of, technically.
( The point of this wasn't really about circling back to his whole deal — not that he's got a problem talking about it. His two percent of reticence mostly comes down to the fact that it adds more complications on top of a concept that's already probably pretty weird for Geralt to wrap his head around.
At the end of the day, it's context. Useful, valid context that might help Geralt understand Lucifer's whole motivation a little better.
A little reluctant elaboration's probably warranted. )
Cas- yeah, I was... I was pretty friggin' near to the outs by the time Cas showed up. I wasn't... ( He falters, then powers on. ) I was close, but that's not why he did his whole rescue mission.
( Which, yeah, okay, he knows the follow-up question is well why then, jackass? He sighs. )
I'm a vessel. Cas got sent down to yank me out, so I could do my wifely duties and let an archangel wear me like a skin suit. Not- not Lucifer. The one that was supposed to fight him. Michael. That was gonna be the apocalypse. The two of them, duking it out on Earth, tearing the planet apart in the process.
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No. ( A beat wherein he visibly reconsiders, sways, and relents: ) Yeah, kind of, technically.
( The point of this wasn't really about circling back to his whole deal — not that he's got a problem talking about it. His two percent of reticence mostly comes down to the fact that it adds more complications on top of a concept that's already probably pretty weird for Geralt to wrap his head around.
At the end of the day, it's context. Useful, valid context that might help Geralt understand Lucifer's whole motivation a little better.
A little reluctant elaboration's probably warranted. )
Cas- yeah, I was... I was pretty friggin' near to the outs by the time Cas showed up. I wasn't... ( He falters, then powers on. ) I was close, but that's not why he did his whole rescue mission.
( Which, yeah, okay, he knows the follow-up question is well why then, jackass? He sighs. )
I'm a vessel. Cas got sent down to yank me out, so I could do my wifely duties and let an archangel wear me like a skin suit. Not- not Lucifer. The one that was supposed to fight him. Michael. That was gonna be the apocalypse. The two of them, duking it out on Earth, tearing the planet apart in the process.