Castiel narrowed her eyes. "Old geezer, I'm not playing child's games. I won't say anything because that smug look on your face says that you're lying. Obviously it's not shrouded at all, because I've never heard of Priests even having that power at all. I don't have time to waste on stupid exercises like this." with that, Castiel stomped back to the door. "Maybe Claude and Johnny boy can solve it. Maybe they won't. I don't care. If you need me, I'll be actually using skills that I've learned on my own."

Castiel was acting like a child, throwing around insults and cruel words carelessly. If she dawdled on learning these skills, there would be nothing of her left. Bit by bit, day by day, she was being swallowed by the cursed soul she was born with and there would be nothing but a warm hugging and cookie baking sissy in her place. Besides, she was still a little tired from her show of force. If she expended too much all at once… then those symptoms would show up again. She slumped against the wall, hands shaking and panting. She hated this body and her stupid soul. With nothing else to do but calm down, she began to hum some old waltz she'd heard when she was younger. [i]What am I doing here? I could have gone on by myself. Why bother training on things I already knew?[/i]