[Castiel looks tired but also somehow brighter all at once, and his tone is oddly even and unconcerned despite the reason for and method of contacting Raphael.]
Raphael, you still have my sword. I need it returned.
[Rather than respond, Raphael turns away slightly, Castiel's sword sliding into her hand from nowhere. It's solid and comfortingly heavy in her hand, but thrums as always with that low-lying feeling of wrong. It's not hers and never will be.
In a whirlwind movement she turns and throws it expertly at a tree nearby. It slices neatly through it like butter, lodges deep into another tree beyond, and stays there, sticking out from the bark like a flag. There's an odd look on her face that could be the beginnings of the ancestors of a smile.
Still as sharp as the day God made it.]
I will miss having one. But it's yours.
[She finally turns back and gives him some attention. Yes, you are here, how nice for you.]
I want to talk. Call it playing nice. I do it with no-one else.
[Castiel tenses, just slightly, as she draws his sword from her sleeve--he doesn't think she's going to harm him but she always might--but then she throws it, through one tree and into another, and he relaxes a bit once again. Her comment is something of a surprise but he grants a small nod, though whether of understanding or gratitude it's unclear, before focusing on her next statements.]
[Well okay, he can't argue with that. He holds a hand out and telekinetically pulls his sword back to his hand, flicking it up his coat sleeve, before turning his attention back to Raphael. He's a little surprised at her comment, as he didn't realize she remembered that.]
You will have to work with Lucifer for us to achieve this.
[Tch. The one snag in this admittedly snag-riddled idea. Raphael doesn't exactly make a face, but her lineface changes slightly as she crosses her arms.]
I know that. You make it sound like I've never worked with someone I wanted dead.
[He's more concerned because Raphael seems more volatile since her return, but if she's truly remembering almost everything, then maybe it won't be such an issue.]
[It takes her over ten minutes just to send. She reminds herself that this is part of a manipulation- to be a better person than Lucifer is, to leave no doubt.]
Five years into the event, I apologized in earnest for what we did- overtly, even, in so many words.
The angel I apologized to no longer exists, but I think you are entitled to know that.
[It takes Castiel some time to reply as well, but he isn't as shocked as he is probably expected to be, or as he would expect himself to be. He just has to figure out exactly how to respond.]
You've said it before, in other words and manners. I know, and I have accepted it.
[He's glad this is text, because it's so much easier to be honest, and he can take the time to choose his words before he's expected to say them. He can figure out how to collect his thoughts, even on this subject.]
If you want to add in morals to each story. Mine was largely recounting events in case I resurrected without my memory.
[That's not entirely true, there was quite a bit of embellishment and color woven into it, so her post-resurrection self could not just see, but understand as well.]
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Raphael, you still have my sword. I need it returned.
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Yes, you do.
Where are you?
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[Or he is now, anyway.]
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Hello.
[When was the last time they actually said hello? Ever?]
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Why did you desire to meet in person?
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In a whirlwind movement she turns and throws it expertly at a tree nearby. It slices neatly through it like butter, lodges deep into another tree beyond, and stays there, sticking out from the bark like a flag. There's an odd look on her face that could be the beginnings of the ancestors of a smile.
Still as sharp as the day God made it.]
I will miss having one. But it's yours.
[She finally turns back and gives him some attention. Yes, you are here, how nice for you.]
I want to talk. Call it playing nice. I do it with no-one else.
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I'm not certain why you do it with me.
[It's honest, faintly confused, but he moves on.]
What do you wish to speak of?
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Raphael folds her arms and stands up a little straighter.]
I still want to be a part of the effort to break free from this place. You need all the power and help you can get.
[They talked about it shortly before she died. It was one of the last memories to come back.]
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You will have to work with Lucifer for us to achieve this.
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I know that. You make it sound like I've never worked with someone I wanted dead.
[Crowley. ♥]
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There's a vast difference between Crowley and Lucifer.
[Yeah, he knows who you're talking about.]
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[Sharply. She knows Lucifer and has known him for longer than Castiel has been alive.]
I'm aware of exactly how volatile and unstable he is, Castiel, unless something happened while I was dead that you should update me about.
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[He's more concerned because Raphael seems more volatile since her return, but if she's truly remembering almost everything, then maybe it won't be such an issue.]
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[She just wants to be a professional about this. She's had it up to here with this Mickey Mouse bullshit.]
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[He's not going to argue this with her. As long as she isn't going to try to kill Lucifer every time she talks to him, his work is done.]
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This is not public knowledge; therefore, don't tell others without reason. Gabriel knows already.
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[Hell, she wouldn't have told her. It'd be a stupid move.]
Quid pro quo, then. There is something I feel obligated to share. You don't remember it because for you it never happened, but I find it relevant.
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[But Lucifer's not here anymore. There's no reason for Raphael not to know. He tilts his head, though she can't see it, at her comment.]
What is it?
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Five years into the event, I apologized in earnest for what we did- overtly, even, in so many words.
The angel I apologized to no longer exists, but I think you are entitled to know that.
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You've said it before, in other words and manners. I know, and I have accepted it.
[He's glad this is text, because it's so much easier to be honest, and he can take the time to choose his words before he's expected to say them. He can figure out how to collect his thoughts, even on this subject.]
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[Echoing her words, but truthful.]
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[That's not entirely true, there was quite a bit of embellishment and color woven into it, so her post-resurrection self could not just see, but understand as well.]
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[To him, anyway. Knowledge of events without the experience gained from them is like reading a history books and nothing more.]
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[She's right; it is a good idea.]