"There," he says, by way of trying to make the angel feel better. "That's good, right. We've got it. Well, you. I just sort of...supervise."
He looks down at Aziraphale, and the way he smiles. It's genuine, less pained. Protectors of Earth. He seems to like that, and it's a title that Crowley wouldn't lie if he said he didn't mind it so much. He'd be rubbish at it, of course. Drunk half the time and not at all competent at any other part of it, but he'd certainly try.
"The question becomes----what about us?" he says. "My side will want a trial. A traitor, they'd see me as. Double traitor. Can there be a double traitor?"
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He looks down at Aziraphale, and the way he smiles. It's genuine, less pained. Protectors of Earth. He seems to like that, and it's a title that Crowley wouldn't lie if he said he didn't mind it so much. He'd be rubbish at it, of course. Drunk half the time and not at all competent at any other part of it, but he'd certainly try.
"The question becomes----what about us?" he says. "My side will want a trial. A traitor, they'd see me as. Double traitor. Can there be a double traitor?"