[ Crowley flinches at that. He knows that he's given a lot of wrong answers. Where he's normally so sure of his words, Blake often makes him trip over them and blurt out things that no one should hear.

He takes a gamble and reaches for Blake's arm to press a gentle palm to his bicep. ]

Imagine... that you want something so much that you trade away your humanity for it. You're given ten years to enjoy it and then, whether you're ready or not, it's torn from you forcibly until you can't remember what it feels like to feel anything but hate and anger and greed.

[ He swallows. ]

And then you're given a taste of the better end of that spectrum and you know how you can get it back. Do you walk away from that?