[ at the question, cas blinks, expression blank for a moment or so. he hadn't thought of it much that way, sam's good at putting things into a usefully framed perspective. frowning, cas find the sentiment suits his mentality more than he's comfortable with. ]
Doesn't bode well, does it?
[ spoken wryly, with a mirthless half-smile, attempting at some kind of good humor. humor's never been a talent of his. the truth of the matter is, that's essentially what parliament has felt like, to him. forever climbing towards power and immortality, to preserve yourself a seat at the top of the food chain.
then, he looks at the arena designs, and cas knows he has no real right to call his comfortable life 'self-preservation'. not when people are being cast into this death machine, damned to a true fight for survival. ]
So long as we aren't building these traps for me, I can't really consider my life so dire.
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Doesn't bode well, does it?
[ spoken wryly, with a mirthless half-smile, attempting at some kind of good humor. humor's never been a talent of his. the truth of the matter is, that's essentially what parliament has felt like, to him. forever climbing towards power and immortality, to preserve yourself a seat at the top of the food chain.
then, he looks at the arena designs, and cas knows he has no real right to call his comfortable life 'self-preservation'. not when people are being cast into this death machine, damned to a true fight for survival. ]
So long as we aren't building these traps for me, I can't really consider my life so dire.