Crowley wants to pace. He wants to be stressed. He wants to feel like this, because it matters.
"This has to be part of the Plan," he says, gripping Aziraphale's hand. "It has to be. Why make a demon who can love if we're just going to be trapped or destroyed? Why give us this together?"
No other demon in the universe has ever loved. And no other angel has been through what Aziraphale has----so where is God? Crowley wants to throw himself about the room and opine to the Almighty for why She isn't helping them right now. She should want to, She should want to help them, if she made them like this.
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"This has to be part of the Plan," he says, gripping Aziraphale's hand. "It has to be. Why make a demon who can love if we're just going to be trapped or destroyed? Why give us this together?"
No other demon in the universe has ever loved. And no other angel has been through what Aziraphale has----so where is God? Crowley wants to throw himself about the room and opine to the Almighty for why She isn't helping them right now. She should want to, She should want to help them, if she made them like this.