[ he's a strange bird, castiel's got it by now. why or how or whatever, he's stopped worrying about. maybe michael knows, but if so, he isn't keen on letting him in on the secret. some mysteries of self ought to remain un-actualized, perhaps. he is what he is, at least he's learned to make some kind of peace with his actions, and the faith he'd done what he thought was most right at the time.

as for metatron - what a bitch. ]

Strikingly accurate description, yes.

[ sometimes michael has a gift for words, more so than lucifer and gabriel tend to. he wonders what a Chronicle of the Universe and God and All That Is would look like, written from michael's perspective. maybe his actions might make more sense to castiel. maybe it doesn't really matter anymore, at this point. He shoots his big bright a wry eye, brows arched - are you still surprised by that? ]

The willingness to participate in mass genocide soured my faith in your judgment.

[ but even with his penance, castiel only seemed willing to accept his own interpretation of it, rejecting naomi's take once he had autonomy enough to do so. michael poses an interesting question - even after rejecting so much of heaven's philosophy, after rebelling, being hunted, becoming public enemy number one, after lucifer, why would he feel compelled to return? some times an place of origin has a certain pull, be it a place or a family (in this case both), regardless of how much it's hurt you or how little you fit into it. ]

It's home. Even you must find some comfort or longing for the thought of it.