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“You don’t trust me, not completely,” he says, holding up one hand when Castiel opens his mouth to respond. “That’s not a criticism. It’s smart. You shouldn’t give away your faith for free.”
Castiel huffs an amused breath. “There’s an irony there,” he says. “In human terms, I think. The idea of angels withholding faith.”
“You should know better than anyone,” Kelvin says, smiling warmly. “You are the holy crusader of angelic free will, after all.”