[Between Lucifer's surprise and Castiel's indifference, the average response is curiosity enough for him to explain. But then there's screaming, and Michael doesn't care enough about convincing either of them of the future to miss what he came here to see: not the slaughter of a farm animal, but the punishment of those who truly insult the old gods. He turns back to the scene before them, watching as the sheep's skin pulls and crushes Josselyn into the shape of its former bearer.]
You haven't seen what they do to punish their own.
[This is right on par with what Michael expects of Solvunn, now that he knows they cut pieces from one another to right their wrongdoings. Castiel might not find it excessive either if he knew what they were like day-to-day.]
Reminds me of the first time I took a vessel.
[Michael mutters, frowning, more at the memory of compacting his essence down to human form than at the cracking of bone.]
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You haven't seen what they do to punish their own.
[This is right on par with what Michael expects of Solvunn, now that he knows they cut pieces from one another to right their wrongdoings. Castiel might not find it excessive either if he knew what they were like day-to-day.]
Reminds me of the first time I took a vessel.
[Michael mutters, frowning, more at the memory of compacting his essence down to human form than at the cracking of bone.]