[Pressing a hand to her mouth, Anna momentarily looks very much like the scared girl hiding in a church attic, not like a warrior at all. She can't fully understand what the cage is like- no one could, if they hadn't been there- but she knows, intellectually, the magnitude of his sacrifice.]
Oh, god, Sam...
[His mention of Castiel brings her back to herself pretty abruptly, however. She's fairly sure, now, that she must be dead in his time. At the very least, she must have been completely stripped of any identity or freedom; she can't imagine that they would settle for anything less. Castiel's memory brings a definite bitterness, and a sorrow that whenever it was that he finally gave over his loyalty to Heaven, it was surely too late for her.
Still, she forces a thin, half-grimaced smile for Sam.]
I, uh, I'm glad he came through. In the end. I'd hoped he might.
[She's not sure whether it's lingering fondness for her brother or sympathy for Sam that stops her mentioning the night she was just plucked from, when Castiel had freed him from a different sort of prison. If he doesn't know, she thinks, he doesn't need to know.]
sorry for the delay!
Oh, god, Sam...
[His mention of Castiel brings her back to herself pretty abruptly, however. She's fairly sure, now, that she must be dead in his time. At the very least, she must have been completely stripped of any identity or freedom; she can't imagine that they would settle for anything less. Castiel's memory brings a definite bitterness, and a sorrow that whenever it was that he finally gave over his loyalty to Heaven, it was surely too late for her.
Still, she forces a thin, half-grimaced smile for Sam.]
I, uh, I'm glad he came through. In the end. I'd hoped he might.
[She's not sure whether it's lingering fondness for her brother or sympathy for Sam that stops her mentioning the night she was just plucked from, when Castiel had freed him from a different sort of prison. If he doesn't know, she thinks, he doesn't need to know.]