@krowlei — cont. from here
Each word from the crossroads king lands on the figurative scale, truth weighed against convenient lie. Strategist versus strategist; one could liken each conversation to a game of chess. Yet here Crowley speaks of landing on one spot in lieu of running away... while on the grounds of two realms. Cain's brows crease under contemplation's weight, the same resulting in a fleeting scowl. " Then where do you stand, exactly? I see a ruler of hell and a hunter's apprentice both wrapped up in the same silk suit. " To utilize adorned wording.
" Despite our rebellious efforts, all that we ever will be ", he now speaks inclusive, not ignorant toward his own nature and running attempts therefrom. " Is what Lucifer made us into. " Demons. Foul things. " The only difference being that I managed to forsake my old position here in hell. "
