Night 67: Main Hallway, 1-East

[freewill]

[From here.]

It seemed that they really were the first pair of people heading out this way, if the silence in this part of the hall was anything to judge by. Castiel could hear some voices behind them, so there was a chance that other patients would catch up with them soon.

That was fine. With any luck, there would be enough flowers to go around. And if something did end up attacking them, it would be better to have back-up.

As he tried to force his wounded body closer to the next hall they'd need to take to reach the greenhouse yard, Castiel glanced over at Lust. "How about you?" he asked. "Who are you doing this for?" He found it hard to believe that she was coming out of the goodness of her artificial heart.

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[a_sin_for_him]

Funny, that a simple question should seem so difficult to answer when first presented. But Lust supposed she made it more difficult than it had to be.

"Friends," she said, with a small shrug. "I made a promise to help someone. I intend to keep it."

She didn't make true promises lightly. But she had sworn to him that she would find a way, a better way, and so she would. If nothing else, she would prove to him that her word meant something. Even if he refused to see anything beyond that, he would have to see that trust, at least, could be given and taken between them.

She slowed to nearly a halt, casually, stretching as though that were her reason for slowing. She didn't want to run Castiel into the ground, and he was surely pushing himself, keeping the pace he was managing...

[freewill]

The answer provided was simple enough, though also vague. Castiel realized now that maybe he shouldn't have given out Aigis' name, but he didn't imagine Lust was the sort to do anything with it. It was true that there was something dark in Lust, but she'd been straight-forward with him when he'd questioned her, and he was willing to let the rest go.

She couldn't help what she was any more than anyone else could.

Castiel noticed the effort she was making to give him time to catch up. It was subtle, but he always knew when he was being a burden. It smarted, but complaining about it would only slow him down.

"Fair enough," he said once he'd caught up. "Let's keep moving." He turned to the left, down the next hallway.

[To here.]