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I was hoping someone might be able to enlighten me as to the best way to approach and gain the confidence of my inmate, Castiel. Upon our first lively discourse, he became entirely intolerable and rude. Though he has since apologized for his words, it is still his intention not to accept any help from myself toward his redemption.

At present, I am finding the greatest concerns to be that of his taking fondly to the drink -- where this supply is coming from, I cannot be certain -- as well as his entire loss of faith.

I do hate to admit such ignorance. But I also believe it is far better to admit ones' faults than to suffer blindly as a fool in matters one cannot understand.

Cordially,
Miss Elizabeth Bennet

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"My dear girl," [he said sternly, setting down his tea and looking at her with open concern.] "I believe you have the dynamic completely mistaken. He's not an angel any longer, and I imagine he has no notion whatsoever about how to be human effectively. You know far more about the matter than he does."

[Elizabeth cupped her hands around her tea. It wasn't entirely polite, but the halls had been chilly lately and she was often cold. The warm tea was exactly what she needed and she took a sip while still watching the man, trying to understand what he was saying.]

"How am I to educate a man on what it means to be human?"

"Yes, well, it's quite a conundrum. I'm not exactly surprised he drinks so much. Angels tend to be rather pompous and emotionless, very focused. They don't come down to Earth at all if they can help it. The rules are the whole bit, absolutely no deviation at all is tolerated.

"I think it's absurd, to tell the truth, but I can't say I don't understand the impulse. We weren't given free will, after all."

[He was completely honest here. Aziraphale didn't have the best relationship with other angels, to say the least; he was something of an oddity, unique among the other heavenly beings in his world, especially given his fondness for people in general. He was somewhat jealous of them, not that he'd ever consciously voice or even realize that, but over time he'd slowly and gradually become more human himself because of it.]

"And because the drink encourages him to become pompous and rude, he embraces it as a comfort?" [She asked with skepticism not at what Aziraphale said, but that someone seemingly so intelligent as Castiel could embrace it. It was ridiculous.] "How am I meant to stop him from consuming it so gluttonously?"

"I meant to say that the myriad possibilities and feelings of humanity likely overwhelm him," he answered, smiling wryly. "He's probably pompous and rude with or without it."

He took a moment to think on her second question, sipping his tea, but eventually only shrugged. "As for stopping him from it, just forbid it, I suppose. Enforce punishments if he disobeys. If he knew what was best for himself, he wouldn't be here."

Elizabeth offered a sincere laugh. It was wonderful to hear someone able and willing to speak ill of the man she tried not to insult any more than necessary for the sake of her sanity. She sipped at her tea idly as she watched him, listening. The girl was intent in the conversation and the wisdom that the other man could offer.

"How can I punish him?" She asked with some confusion. It seemed that inmates here had all the time and space to roam that they wanted. How could she stop any warden or inmate from getting alcohol to him? It was overwhelming to consider.

Aziraphale shrugged. "Assign him to a service of some sort? Few people enjoy janitorial tasks. If he insists on acting childishly about your recommendations, then he has to be treated as one.

"It's unfortunate it should come to that," he added, sounding sincerely regretful. He honestly wanted to think the best of this Castiel, as he hadn't talked to him personally hardly at all, but the fact of the matter was what he was hearing wasn't exactly flattering. After all this time on Earth, though, he couldn't say he expected differently from the divine.

Elizabeth considered the option. Truthfully, she wasn't entirely certain what kind of task Aziraphale was recommending, but she understood the concept well enough that she didn't feel it necessary to ask. Perhaps her inmate could benefit from a job; something like cleaning. Maybe the former angel would work better if he viewed himself as a servant of some kind.

"I will have to think upon this matter," she replied after a moment, sipping more from her drink. "This tea is absolutely enchanting; I felt I must tell you."

He smiled at her, genuinely pleased with the compliment. "Thank you. The stuff they have in the kitchens isn't bad, but I've gotten a certain knack for making just the right kind out of the ether. Enough years of practice, and all that."

Elizabeth smiled and nodded, pleased to have such fantastic company. The conversation continued to be equally enchanting as time continued and the tea and their meal was delightful. It was obvious, by the end of the evening, that Aziraphale would be a good friend and a great source of wisdom in her time here.

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