There is no out, you ignorant child. You've already given me the truth.
[ With both of them on their knees, one unwillingly and the other all too freely, Stephen's anger runs cold. This is worse than the betrayal. This, Castiel on hands and knees pleading for the life of one man over the cause he'd deemed so important as to risk it all for, is an insult beyond the rest.
It's a sign of stupidity. Worse, of a weak will. And he'd had such hopes...
His words are directed now at the magpie before him. Eyes burn cold. ]
You spat in the hand you willingly fed from for a cause you're ready to betray the instant your actions threaten somebody you care about personally. How many Kestrels and allies of Kestrels did you meet? How many did they meet? All those connections are waiting in your head, and you didn't even have the decency to hesitate.
[ They're not questions that need answers. He could have the answers in an instant if he wanted them. No, all told it's a knife through the coffin lid as he begins the act of burying the two of them alive.
Head tilting to focus on Dean, to speak to him now: ]
You put more thought into your last ditch attempt to save this man's life than he ever did into how his actions might impact yours or anybody else's. He chose his partner well. I'm afraid you did not.
[ Which, with one quick glance, is the Shrikes' cue to step in and pull Dean back up off his knees, begin to pull him out of the room. All at once he's entirely free of Stephen's hold - the Shrikes have him now, and Stephen Strange is done with this whole wretched thing. ]
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[ With both of them on their knees, one unwillingly and the other all too freely, Stephen's anger runs cold. This is worse than the betrayal. This, Castiel on hands and knees pleading for the life of one man over the cause he'd deemed so important as to risk it all for, is an insult beyond the rest.
It's a sign of stupidity. Worse, of a weak will. And he'd had such hopes...
His words are directed now at the magpie before him. Eyes burn cold. ]
You spat in the hand you willingly fed from for a cause you're ready to betray the instant your actions threaten somebody you care about personally. How many Kestrels and allies of Kestrels did you meet? How many did they meet? All those connections are waiting in your head, and you didn't even have the decency to hesitate.
[ They're not questions that need answers. He could have the answers in an instant if he wanted them. No, all told it's a knife through the coffin lid as he begins the act of burying the two of them alive.
Head tilting to focus on Dean, to speak to him now: ]
You put more thought into your last ditch attempt to save this man's life than he ever did into how his actions might impact yours or anybody else's. He chose his partner well. I'm afraid you did not.
[ Which, with one quick glance, is the Shrikes' cue to step in and pull Dean back up off his knees, begin to pull him out of the room. All at once he's entirely free of Stephen's hold - the Shrikes have him now, and Stephen Strange is done with this whole wretched thing. ]