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“And you know what? Let’s go ahead and say your side can win. You defeat Lucifer, Sam never knows what it’s like to have the devil in his head. You both live out your lives in your country house and Schmoopie and its puppies frolic around your heels. Sam is still mortal and you still aren’t. He’ll die someday, someday very soon, the blink of an eye to someone as old as you. Your friends too, gone back to where they belong or mortal themselves. Then we’ll have you back, and we’ll have you back stronger and more able to twist and to manipulate, because you’ll really remember. Imagine the bitterness.”
He raised one more finger, the mocking, irreverent aspect back as if it had never been gone. “And the U.S. Postal Service is an austere and respectably useful institution Ruby. You’re just jealous you never thought to utilize it to its full potential and wasted all that time sending demons zapping around to threaten people in person.”