[ Eyebrows go up at the start of a name before he cuts himself off. Probably for the best not to give an exorcist and master of the dark arts a name. Names are power after all. He lights his smoke, taking a drag as he listens.

Family drama then. It's a wonder the old town is standing still. Celestials and their bloody wank fests. His eyes narrow at the explanation before his expression gives way to a little bit of shock. ]

Did your brother go falling out of the sky and crack his head? In what world would that ever be a good bloody idea?

[ He thinks to Astra and her current machinations causing havoc all through time. That's bad enough. No one needs the angels getting involved in it. Again. ]

Torture pits are too good for a bastard like that. Hope that lot has worse in store for him.