"Of course" said Margareta without hesitation or question and Ruby had to supress the urge to roll her eyes, had she really been such a follower.
It was different now, she was one of the chosen few, better than any of the sons of bitches in hell, any of them. She was doing this for so many reasons, and this girl, this dying girl didn't even question all that much.
"He's right" she said as softly as she could manage, ignoring the comment about believing in her, ignoring the slight wrench in her chest, in her heart maybe at the fact she would have to let him down so horribly, but she would make it okay.
Margarta believed him, because of what he was, because of how kind he'd been to her, she turned to Ruby slowly, finally, properly looking at her.
"I'm going to my deathbed, I would ask that Castiel give me my last rites but...I want to see you. The true you. Show me what I become"
She wasn't even sure why she wanted to see, proof maybe, confirmation in her own mind that she was making the right choice.
Ruby didn't hesitate, closing her eyes and reopening them clouded black.
Margareta seemed to shudder but nodded resolutely.