Castiel tilted his head at the mention of confession. He didn't check on such trivial matters, he found that people were either righteous or they weren't. In the end they made their confessions, and repented, or they didn't. It seemed to be easier if you faced your mistakes more often, however.
"The worlds are different. A year in one may be a second in another. That isn't unnatural," he said, doing his best to make her feel better, if that was what was needed. He honestly didn't know anymore.
"I have not found sign of inherant evil in this place, nor God. It is like the world before," he said, then considered that in context of anybody who hadn't seen what he had before being taken. "That is not an inherantly terrible thing." He didn't know what this entity would want, but with all evidence telling him his own creator had abandoned him and the rest of his creation, it was at least a base comfort to find something that was active, attentive even, to its own design. Maybe that was the last blind faith Castiel had, that something with ideas and plans was better than everything growing wild.