Lift Me Up

Anything you say can and will be held against you
Casthiel only gave a slight nod of his crown when Dagger told him a little bit more about his pack, telling him that most of the pack was related to him in one way or another. How interesting. He didn't figure that the male wanted to tell him his life story, and so he wouldn't ask him to. Instead, he felt a blush flush across his cheek bones and collarbone as the males brow furrowed when Casthiel declared that he didn't know where he came from. Cas heaved out a sigh as Dagger asked him if he remembered hitting his head, and shook his crown no. He didn't remember waking up with any strange knots upon his head, either. He just remembered waking up one morning and not remembering how he had gotten where he was, or why he was there. He hadn't tried to retrace his steps, either.

"No, I don't remember hitting my head. I... I mean it's possible. I remember waking up after going to sleep, but maybe I just assumed I had gone to sleep?" He pondered, a frown tugging the corners of his maw down, and his brow furrowed to show his confusion.

How crazy did you have to be to not remember where you were from, how you got where you were, or who your own family was? It didn't sound like a very sane wolf, now did it? "Whenever I try to force the memories to come to me I end up with a head ache. If I continue trying to remember, I end up passing out from the pain." The male told him, a troubled expression crossing his constitution now. Was there something wrong with him medically? Was he dying? He hoped not. He was still in his prime, there was much of his life that he wanted to experience. Death was not one of them -- at least, not this early in the game.

"Talk here."