Robin arches a brow of concern at Castiel, but otherwise keeps his expression quiet, listening to the explanation, and then Ishiah's commentary. Robin nearly holds off on offering his own opinions, knowing how they may come off, but in the end, the words slip out anyway; they usually do.
"Well. That sounds like angels," he says, unshocked, though more cool than blase. "Par fpr the holier-than-thou, short-sighted, self-righteous course. They've been making robots and sleeper agents out of one another for millenia, where Ishiah and I hail from. I'm also unsurprised to hear you confirm that it might be the same elsewhere."
Reaching into the glass of water in front of him, robin fishes out an ice cube before slipping it between his teeth, cracking it against his molars. "But that doesn't mean that whatever is just whatever. If you're attacking Dean ... "
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Date: 2014-03-13 09:40 pm (UTC)"Well. That sounds like angels," he says, unshocked, though more cool than blase. "Par fpr the holier-than-thou, short-sighted, self-righteous course. They've been making robots and sleeper agents out of one another for millenia, where Ishiah and I hail from. I'm also unsurprised to hear you confirm that it might be the same elsewhere."
Reaching into the glass of water in front of him, robin fishes out an ice cube before slipping it between his teeth, cracking it against his molars. "But that doesn't mean that whatever is just whatever. If you're attacking Dean ... "