[Alma shakes his head, massaging his temples to relieve some of the ache.]
I'm all wrong inside. It's...it's worse than before. I was so angry. I even hated him.
But he belongs with me. How could I hate him when all he's ever done is for me?
[Alma doesn't care than he's not making sense, he's too confused himself. The dream--memories, memories of what they did to him and what he did--was so real and he felt like he'd lived another life while he slept. For some reason, it's all horribly amusing in a way.]
We were supposed to die together, but now we're here... Should we still die Castiel?