"It was not." Piotr admitted. "It was orders that I was given, I was a soldier, I did what I was told."
He hadn't even really thought about the fact that it was wrong for him to be doing that kind of thing at that age until he'd revealed his past to friends at Malden. Slowly, it had seeped in that children shouldn't know how to kill another human being with pretty much anything in the room - or his bare hands if it came to that.
Piotr listened to what was being said to him, paying careful attention and thinking it over before he opened his mouth to say anything at all.
"You are an angel?" He looked at his companion, no hint of doubt in his tone. The only real question that was tugging at Piotr's mind at the moment were the lack of wings. He had always imagined angels with wings. He had, in fact, known two boys with angel-like wings, though they had just been mutants. And one of those pairs of wings had been red.
"I am guessing this rebellion was not the same that is taught in church. Something else? Something more recent?"
Piotr was not a religious man. He didn't personally believe in god, but he couldn't say he disbelieved, either. It had just never exactly come up in his life. His mind and everything else had been given over to more worldly matters.
He really really wanted to ask about the wings. He didn't, since it might be rude. Cas might have lost them due to rebelling. It might be a sore point.