[ Castiel waits, quietly. It's reasonable to suspect that Matt just wants the chance to take it all in, and so he waits until he speaks again before he coughs, shifting his position slightly and looking back toward him. ]

There are a number of gods who control this place. They represent, and enact in the populous, the emotions for which they are named. It gives them power--but not enough power to send us home. I wonder if even my Father would have had the power necessary to command it.

[ A pause. ]

It isn't so bad, although our fellow residents have been reluctant to resurrect the gods of Love and Tranquility, favoring Sorrow and Confusion.

I truly can't imagine why.