"Overwhelming. That its likely a large understatement," Azazeal said with a tone of amusement. He'd heard Malachi's musings on the prison and some of what Phoebe had mentioned and thought while she had been staying at the inn. He agreed that it was the safest place for many of the survivors, but he himself could never go there for any long period of time. Although the people there may notice that they were feeling... happier than usual if he stayed there.
"There are some others I'm familiar with that I can easily say that about as well. Other siblings of ours as well." Whether it was any of their faults was hard to say, but the fact still was that there were times when some cleaning up was necessary.
Azazeal shared a knowing look with his brother. He knew better than some just who the culprits may have been, but when you took it upon yourself to look after others in a way, it came with the territory. He wouldn't have wanted anyone else to do it just as he figured that Castiel preferred to keep an eye on the Winchesters himself over any others.
He mentioned Viktoria and Azazeal nodded slightly. He gazed down into his nearly empty teacup and sighed. "Thank you. I know she will be alright in time and that she is stronger than she may believe herself to be. The adjustment may be hard, but she's done herself a service in how she was prior to the change."
Shifting his gaze back to Castiel, he nodded again. "Thank you. I appreciate your looking after her when I am unable to do so here." He didn't say the words often or to many people, but he meant the words now.