[ He tips his head away, pursing his lips in a way that was him desperately trying not to scowl too hard. Even if scowling was really his default expression. ]

Perhaps it is punishment, for some of us. Do you know how many I've seen die, Daryl? How much of that suffering I've been responsible for? [ He asked, tersely. ] I was at Sodom and Gomorrah.

But for as much as we wish punishment on ourselves... [ Deep breath, because it's a touchy subject for Castiel too. ] As much as we wish punishment on ourselves for what we've seen and what we've done, this isn't Hell. As much as we feel we deserve it, we endure for others, because they do not. For Athena. For your family. Your choices lead you to their side. You don't fight for them to redeem yourself, but... Perhaps it happens anyway.

You may not believe it, Daryl, but you are not an iniquitous man; neither by your sin or your father's--or your brother's. Not for all the people you've seen die, nor all those you've given their peace.

[ He keeps talking as he walks, not pausing, no matter the details. ]