Raphael is difficult to read under the best of circumstances, and now it's harder. His eyes are a bit glassy, but mostly he just looks like he's shutting down. "That is all that's left. But there's a difference between a quick end and a slow, lingering decay. The four of us...we could have held it together perhaps. But not now. We're tired Balthazar. We did the best we could and it's not going to work. There's no reason to delay it any further." He'd told Castiel this, once. He hadn't listened. Had refused to listen. He didn't actually expect any different this time around.