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[ Her lips bunch to one side of her face, eyebrows raised. It’s not disbelief, just...processing. Misty thinks she’s adapting fairly well, actually, to the interdimensional time travel aspect of whole adventure, but even a know-it-all should be able to admit when things are a little out of her depth. She’s used to horrors, but mundane ones. Human psychosis, human flesh, human mistakes. ]

Huh. Wouldn’t think angels would be allowed.

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He didn't act alone. ( Sort of. It's a long story. He takes the rest back in one gulp and pours a healthier amount, angling his foot as he sits up straighter. ) He brought me back because he and the other angels believed me and my brother had a place in the coming apocalypse.

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A...preventative place, right?

[ Fascinated, as she deals out cards. ]

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They wanted us to spearhead it. Let Lucifer out of his cage, take our rightful places as their ... this isn't too much?

( He's a little drunk already, and he probably just sounds crazy, anyway. Talking serial killers with girl Sam is different. Misty's seen it. He can track her eyes. The woods did something to her, like it would to anyone. )