I'm not turning it on you. I don't know what you did in your world. I just know this isn't it. Nothing like it. There are so many differences, so many other ways to fight and I will not be tied by fate or formula. We're better than that.
You'd given a glimpse up. Now you seem to feel love, in a way I'm not sure you were capable of then.
I don't think you're undedicated. I think you're not very perceptive sometimes but I have never doubted your faith.
But I know how this ends, you walk away, call me a cautionary tale and charge heaven with no sense of just how dangerous this is all going to be. You assume I'm lost, that he'll use me, that I won't be able to stop myself.
More than that you assume I won't stand against him if he pushes me that far.
How alone do you think that makes me feel.
You know, last time it happened, with Crowley, Gabriel called me an idiot, but he at least respected me enough to know what side I was on.