That's why it feels so boring.
Tears, tears flowing in the world. Though silent, though intangible, this silent River of Tears engulfs the entire world. People slaughter each other, destroy and ruin, all because they fear these tears descending upon themselves, yet they create more tears.
This day by day, year by year cycle, is like a noose around the neck, an unbreakable reincarnation, where sentient beings circulate endlessly, but in the end, ultimately...
Ultimately, all will turn to ashes.
So that's it. Dastiel suddenly understood. He had long known the meaning of his life, that he too would eventually become ashes, and he couldn't change anything. This was the meaning of his life.
So he wanted to burn, to incinerate everything. That unexplainable restlessness, that unspoken yearning, that desire to do something yet being unable to, could only lead to destruction.
So he felt bored.
"Fiery Flame Land doesn't need you."
