On Aziraphale's side, should he ever be asked, he will say that was the plan all along, and that he had everything under control. But he feels like he rather not bring it up ever again.
He holds onto the demon's hand (oh, sweet irony), rushing along with him. He looks back, but the lakes are too far and too well covered for him to be sure the creature died there. Certainly, it only needed to touch it, right? It should be over, right?
He looks forward again, around at the restaurants and shops. Considers the fact that they're not a particularly subtle presence here, more so than in London, but nobody seems to have noticed them. And that's fine, that's perfect.
He follows Crowley, and keeps an eye out around them, watching, sensing. "Did that do it?"
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Date: 2019-07-27 01:20 am (UTC)He holds onto the demon's hand (oh, sweet irony), rushing along with him. He looks back, but the lakes are too far and too well covered for him to be sure the creature died there. Certainly, it only needed to touch it, right? It should be over, right?
He looks forward again, around at the restaurants and shops. Considers the fact that they're not a particularly subtle presence here, more so than in London, but nobody seems to have noticed them. And that's fine, that's perfect.
He follows Crowley, and keeps an eye out around them, watching, sensing. "Did that do it?"