Altar of Twilight hey, mama, how's it going?

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Cas listened, and when she had finished, he gave a grim nod. "i knew a little of this from Connie." his harsh voice hung between them like sulfur, and he forced himself to wait for it to dissipated before he drew a frustrated breath. "i guess i'm wondering why you and my brother kicked Rowan out, and then you left anyway. why not just leave and let Rowan stay? that's where dad is buried; that's where her kids deserved to be born. you ... you robbed her."
his words had eased up from the grate they'd carried before, even if he meant it inadvertently. in a stark contrast to their last meeting, Casmir intended that Aria understand the gravity of what she'd done, even if he came from a place of self-righteousness. "Donnelaith appears to have gone to shit ever since dad died. that's no one's fault. maybe he was the only one who could hold it together. and Dee should have listened to you."
Cas glanced at their backdrop of mountains, then back to the she-wolf. "are you guys staying here for good, then?" somehow he doubted it — Constantine and Aria had too much ambition to serve others for too long. [/tr][/td][/table]