"Figured," murmured Crowley. "Wouldn't blame you if you had. That's how the game is played after all." He sighed. "You get tired of it after a while..."

Crowley rolled onto his back, put his hands behind his head, and stared at the ceiling again.

"You know, we never intended for all that to happen. We were just sick of fighting for no reason other than we were told to. But then we had a lot in common. And no one else to talk to who would really understand."