The number 244 means angels working with you to make a decision

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley hasn't used his journal since before the Event Horizon mess. He's still living in the Nines, giving South time to deal with everything, assuming she ever can. But he's begun to miss the contact of those he cares about. He's even missed just...talking to people.

He doesn't exactly feel like expressing this, so he'll settle for being vague and annoying instead. He offers no greeting, no explanation for his absence. Just straight to the point.]

You awaken a powerful goddess from an enchanted sleep, in gratitude for this, she offers you three gifts, telling you that you could take one, and one alone.

The first gift is immortality. The second is the ability to alter the past. The third gift is all the knowledge the universe holds.

Which one would you choose, and why?

[Casa de Guts]
My pets better still be alive.

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[i_got_this]

[She'd seen this, and wasn't going to answer, but one of those gifts is something she thinks about daily. So, written, without explanation.]

the second.

[onlyanapple]

[He doesn't recognise her handwriting, of his response would be very different]

Why's that?

[i_got_this]

[She's glad for that fact.]

Change things. Save people.

[onlyanapple]

That's noble of you.

[i_got_this]

not trying to be noble. trying not to be a fuckup.

[There was something cathartic about talking to Crowley about this, with the anonymity. She wanted to hate him for what he did, but she found she couldn't without hating herself for what she apparently does to North.]

[onlyanapple]

[And he honestly wouldn't blame her for her hatred, much like he never blamed York. It would be well founded, after all]

Well, it's better than wallowing in being a fuckup.

[i_got_this]

yeah well i figure i did enough of that.

[onlyanapple]

Then it still counts as some sort of nobility. That you're willing to change.

[i_got_this]

doesn't feel noble.

[onlyanapple]

It's not supposed to feel noble. Feeling noble sort of takes away the nobility of it all.

[i_got_this]

at least i'm doing SOMETHING right.

[onlyanapple]

And that's important to you.

[i_got_this]

[There's a pause, and she can't help but sigh.]

yeah well. too little too late, i hear.

[onlyanapple]

[There's a measured pause here]

No such thing as too late.