( He remembers Geralt's less than awesome personal experience with Summoned experimentation, but his mind had been thinking earlier than their group — it didn't occur to him to be tactful about the question until too late. It's Geralt, at least, who he knows isn't particularly sensitive about his traumas, but Dean still flashes him an apologetic grimace anyway, on principal.
It's an only slightly reassuring answer. If just Thorne did the whole Summoning shtick before, it's highly unlikely those dehydrated clockwork zombies are somebody like them, probably, right? Don't get him wrong, it's still absolutely freaking horrible, but there's a very personal difference. If it were a possibility, he'd have to be much more on his guard on behalf of the people he considers his own.
He's quiet for a few minutes as he finishes tightening things into place, quiet as he rounds the bike, quiet as he shuts the Impala's hood and perches atop it. )
Part of me thinks... if I found out they did something like- that- ( What they did to those monsters, those poor bastards. ) To... Jo, to Cas, to you — or, God forbid, Sam, I would burn this entire city to the ground.
( His voice is low, and dark, and intently serious. If he's exaggerating his wrath, it's only barely. The principal is entirely honest; he would raze in wrath, and he's fully capable of it. He doesn't need to be a demon to hurt people. )
And then I think... if I'd do that for somebody I know, why wouldn't I do it for a stranger? What kind of selfish dick keeps something like this to themselves, what kind of person-- knows something like that's going on, and doesn't do anything about it? I mean, should we- shouldn't we do something about it? They're torturing people. You saw that thing. The way it- the way it was welded to iron, and-
( He has to stop, to lick his lips. To cut himself off, to keep his voice from raising or getting too hoarse. )
Geralt, it looked like Hell. It looked like something that stumbled straight out of Hell. I don't know if I can just sit on this.
( But what's the alternative? Challenging the entire god damn military? )
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It's an only slightly reassuring answer. If just Thorne did the whole Summoning shtick before, it's highly unlikely those dehydrated clockwork zombies are somebody like them, probably, right? Don't get him wrong, it's still absolutely freaking horrible, but there's a very personal difference. If it were a possibility, he'd have to be much more on his guard on behalf of the people he considers his own.
He's quiet for a few minutes as he finishes tightening things into place, quiet as he rounds the bike, quiet as he shuts the Impala's hood and perches atop it. )
Part of me thinks... if I found out they did something like- that- ( What they did to those monsters, those poor bastards. ) To... Jo, to Cas, to you — or, God forbid, Sam, I would burn this entire city to the ground.
( His voice is low, and dark, and intently serious. If he's exaggerating his wrath, it's only barely. The principal is entirely honest; he would raze in wrath, and he's fully capable of it. He doesn't need to be a demon to hurt people. )
And then I think... if I'd do that for somebody I know, why wouldn't I do it for a stranger? What kind of selfish dick keeps something like this to themselves, what kind of person-- knows something like that's going on, and doesn't do anything about it? I mean, should we- shouldn't we do something about it? They're torturing people. You saw that thing. The way it- the way it was welded to iron, and-
( He has to stop, to lick his lips. To cut himself off, to keep his voice from raising or getting too hoarse. )
Geralt, it looked like Hell. It looked like something that stumbled straight out of Hell. I don't know if I can just sit on this.
( But what's the alternative? Challenging the entire god damn military? )