[ Kill him?! His brows shoot up. Why would he think - a thought strikes, lucid yet coherent. Is that why Dean broke the news to him? To gauge his reaction before his other self contacted him? His muscles go rigid, an unwelcome feeling settling in the folds of his grace. Stiff fingers punch in a response before he has a chance to linger on the implications, if true. ]
It's not my intention to kill you. Now or ever. I'm not a threat to you.
My apologies. I'll refrain from that mode of contact.
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It's not my intention to kill you. Now or ever. I'm not a threat to you.
My apologies. I'll refrain from that mode of contact.