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Alastair had no problem answering. It wasn't common knowledge he supposed. But all the same he'd answer. "With all of you, you're an anomoly, different, shouldn't be here but somehow are and we want to know why. Thats the reason. Thats the big story. We want to know what makes all of you tick." He reached for a razor, two at once, that would work, cold where it was, deep and burning and searing, and cuts all along the arm, slow, steady, precice. "The Winchesters...those boys...Well Dean and I have a history, he's missed a lot of classes, really bad form, very bad. And Sammy...well She wants Sammy's head on a platter and I intend to give it to her"
He kept up the double torture, for a few minutes, listeng to him, amused as he asked about his weaknesses, Did he really think Alastair would list them. "I didn't say anything about killing you, and most definitely not yet, You're just mortal, fragile like all of them and killing you now, thats not what I do. I don't...kill. I hurt. But then, accidents happen. And me, I don't have any weaknesses you need to worry about. So just focus on the pain, scream away if you want. I'd appreciate that"