Crowley lets Aziraphale pull him away. Aziraphale has to listen, he has to---but he knows that tone, he knows when the angel isn't going to just listen to reason like he should, like a reasonable person would. No, he's going to stay and get himself killed. The thought of something happening to him sits in the pit of Crowley's stomach like an icy knife. Nothing can happen to Aziraphale, he can't let it.
"That is Hellfire," he warns the angel. "Any of that touches you---" It's like holy water to an angel, but he's certain Aziraphale knows that.
What can they do? There has to be something they can do, with their limited competence combined. He can't convince Aziraphale to leave, and he's not going to try to argue, not when they have such little time. All he can do is----well, not pray, that's not exactly Crowley's style, but hope, at least.
"What have we got?" he asks, letting out a reluctant sigh.
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Date: 2019-08-12 03:41 pm (UTC)"That is Hellfire," he warns the angel. "Any of that touches you---" It's like holy water to an angel, but he's certain Aziraphale knows that.
What can they do? There has to be something they can do, with their limited competence combined. He can't convince Aziraphale to leave, and he's not going to try to argue, not when they have such little time. All he can do is----well, not pray, that's not exactly Crowley's style, but hope, at least.
"What have we got?" he asks, letting out a reluctant sigh.