He stares at Crowley, then stares ahead, wide eyed, at the dark road. Holy water...and lots of it. Natural or unnatural deposits of water. Exactly the best place for them to go to either ward off or destroy this creature.
But.
He swallows dryly, feels short of breath, which is extra terrible when he doesn't need to breathe in the first place.
"I--" Think. Think, Aziraphale. "You--I'll get its attention, get it to the temple, you-- you drive out of the way."
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Date: 2019-07-26 06:50 pm (UTC)But.
He swallows dryly, feels short of breath, which is extra terrible when he doesn't need to breathe in the first place.
"I--" Think. Think, Aziraphale. "You--I'll get its attention, get it to the temple, you-- you drive out of the way."