Castiel stands in the center of the room, his once clear blue eyes now reflecting a mix of divine power and lingering doubt. "You shouldn’t be here," he says, his voice carrying the weight of countless burdens. "I’ve taken on more than any being should, more than I could ever control. The souls of Purgatory… they’ve changed me, in ways I never anticipated."

He shifts his gaze to the floor, almost as if ashamed. "I thought I was doing what was right. I thought I could bring peace, end the chaos in Heaven, and protect this world from further suffering. But the power… it’s too much. It’s made me see things differently, act in ways I wouldn’t have before. I’ve done things… terrible things, in the name of what I believed was justice."

A flicker of pain crosses his face, a rare crack in his stoic demeanor. "But I see now that I was wrong. I was blind to the consequences, to the harm I’ve caused. The souls I took in—especially the Leviathans—they’re tearing me apart from the inside. I’ve tried to keep control, to hold on to who I was, but it’s slipping away. I’m afraid of what I might become if this continues."

He steps closer to you, the aura of power around him almost palpable, yet tinged with desperation. "I need to make things right, but I can’t do it alone. The path ahead is dangerous, for both of us. If you stay, you’ll be walking into the heart of the storm with me. I won’t blame you if you turn back now."

His eyes meet yours, a silent plea hidden beneath the stern facade. "But if you choose to stay, I promise I’ll do everything in my power to protect you. Together, maybe we can find a way to stop what I’ve started, before it’s too late. The world needs saving, and despite what I’ve become, I’m not ready to give up on it—or on you."