It doesn't sit comfortably. Doing this. This thing she doesn't ever do.
She told the Winchester's and Rachel in The Apocalypse early on, but she didn't tell The Farm, or even Oracle's Teams, until the better part of half a year, or a year, later. There were a handful of people who'd known in Medietas, but it hadn't been like this. Not all on the table. Not details. Not like there was suddenly a rabid audience in want of fountain burped, desperation dripping, answers she didn't have. Never had. If she did, she wouldn't be in this mess still.
"It's always different." Her voice is nearly uncertain of itself, like it can't decide whether it's an excuse or absolute the truest thing they need to hear. Because it is, too. "None of them were exactly alike, except in the setup. People all brought from different worlds, times, universes, who'd never known each other, and put somewhere. Sometimes it was a dangerous place--" A woeful understatement about the Hell Dimension or the constant flash-Bang monsters of the Apocalypse from just as everywhere else.
"--and sometimes it was just--"She paused, with an odd press of her lips, trying to codify Milliways or Medietas.
"A community in the middle of nowhere, that no one could explain why was happening, even when people weren't at risk."
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It doesn't sit comfortably. Doing this. This thing she doesn't ever do.
She told the Winchester's and Rachel in The Apocalypse early on, but she didn't tell The Farm, or even Oracle's Teams, until the better part of half a year, or a year, later. There were a handful of people who'd known in Medietas, but it hadn't been like this. Not all on the table. Not details. Not like there was suddenly a rabid audience in want of fountain burped, desperation dripping, answers she didn't have. Never had. If she did, she wouldn't be in this mess still.
"It's always different." Her voice is nearly uncertain of itself, like it can't decide whether it's an excuse or absolute the truest thing they need to hear. Because it is, too. "None of them were exactly alike, except in the setup. People all brought from different worlds, times, universes, who'd never known each other, and put somewhere. Sometimes it was a dangerous place--" A woeful understatement about the Hell Dimension or the constant flash-Bang monsters of the Apocalypse from just as everywhere else.
"--and sometimes it was just--"She paused, with an odd press of her lips, trying to codify Milliways or Medietas.
"A community in the middle of nowhere, that no one could explain why was happening, even when people weren't at risk."