It's like I said, I need help, every strong hand I can find. And I need an army to fight The Darkness. Oh, it's comin', for all of us. There's nothing hunters or any human can do about it.
I don’t know what that girl did to me. But I haven’t been right since. I can’t eat. Or sleep. I don’t dream. And all the things I used to love, my Lizzie blog, the ghost conventions... they leave me cold. I put this whole collection on Ebay last night. Now it belongs to some machinist in Ohio.
So is that what you were doing at the inn tonight? Faking it?
LLen
No, I was looking for Amara. I want her to put me back. I’ve always been odd. And quirky. But I had a life. Friends. And now, I remember how to talk to people, what to say. But I feel like I’m acting. Going through the motions. I’m like a robot puppet man.
I’m free. Before, there was always this constant voice in my head. “You can’t do that! It’s wrong! What if you get caught?” And now, it’s quiet. It’s just me and what I want. And when you can do whatever you want, you don’t have to get caught. And then you can really fly.
Actions have consequences around here, Amara. You've had the run of the court. We've seen what you've made of it. Believe me, this is going to hurt me way more than it hurts you. I'm sorry, my dear. You're grounded.
[Amara goes to walk out of the room. Crowley waves his hand and Amara is flung backwards into a sofa.]
You have tremendous power and soon you'll have even more. But I have something you lack: wisdom. Experience. I helped put Lucifer back in his cage. I rose through the ranks of Hell, defeated all comers, to claim the throne. And, a few minor setbacks aside, I'm still here. I don't know how to impart what I've learned to you, how to teach you. And at the rate that you're growing, I'll probably never get the chance to figure it out. Perhaps you don't need my tutelage. But I believe, deep down in my gut, I have something to offer you if you'd just give me the chance.