"Of course we will, angel," Crowley agrees. They can't have come this far, experienced this much, to suddenly lose, could they? Of course not. They've done too much. They've felt too much.

Crowley isn't one to pray, not when he's certain his words are falling on deaf ears, but he would, for Aziraphale. For what they've found together. He'd pray that they could make it out of this. That some sort of a solution, an escape would present itself to them. It would have to, wouldn't it? She couldn't just leave them, not if the demon actually prayed.

Maybe he will, when Aziraphale is sleeping. Maybe he'll properly prostrate himself in front of the Almighty for Aziraphale's sake. That would be a laugh, wouldn't it? One of the Fallen, begging for some sort of guidance for the sake of love?