[ Castiel does try hard - incredibly so. While he can't explain why, there's a lingering desire within him, one to do well and prove himself by it.
Still eyeing the little girl on his shoulder, there's a perplexed sort of endearment that takes over him. He can't help but think that he's never had one so dear and innocent trust him in such a way, before. ]
That much is true. [ Looking to his god with some amusement, Castiel gives a brief nod of confidence. ] Then I'll trust in your divine judgement.
[ Wait, what--? A child points to him; more specifically, his coat. Looking down at himself, it takes a moment of thought. But he IS wearing a sort of light brown, isn't he? ]
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Still eyeing the little girl on his shoulder, there's a perplexed sort of endearment that takes over him. He can't help but think that he's never had one so dear and innocent trust him in such a way, before. ]
That much is true. [ Looking to his god with some amusement, Castiel gives a brief nod of confidence. ] Then I'll trust in your divine judgement.
[ Wait, what--? A child points to him; more specifically, his coat. Looking down at himself, it takes a moment of thought. But he IS wearing a sort of light brown, isn't he? ]