The angel looks at him, flashes of the trial going through his head. The pointlessness of it, the spectacle in an otherwise drab and dreary place. The lack of hesitation in destroying one of their own.
(Little does the angel know that not all cold cruelty resides in Hell. Despite everything he's witnessed. )
He puts a hand on Crowley's arm. "Well, we'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen." He certainly has no intention of letting Crowley getting dragged back to that place, nor of himself stepping foot in Heaven again. He might sometime lose his nerve, but he rather avoid the demon's mind wandering too far. "Rather...we could think about what we should see, first." He forces a gentle smile.
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Date: 2019-07-21 11:31 pm (UTC)(Little does the angel know that not all cold cruelty resides in Hell. Despite everything he's witnessed. )
He puts a hand on Crowley's arm. "Well, we'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen." He certainly has no intention of letting Crowley getting dragged back to that place, nor of himself stepping foot in Heaven again. He might sometime lose his nerve, but he rather avoid the demon's mind wandering too far. "Rather...we could think about what we should see, first." He forces a gentle smile.