( he's never heard of an angel being executed, only of an angel falling from grace quite intentionally and being cut out of the heavenly host. he's not sure what to make of that implication.
he has to wonder what Aziraphale could have done to be excommunicated from both heaven, and hell. there's one thing for sure, though, and it's that Aziraphale is somehow the more blind of the two of them, if he thinks that Matt didn't more than earn his place in purgatory. )
No, no. I deserve to be here, I do. ( Matt has already confessed plenty to Aziraphale, but the words on the tip of his tongue are clearly making him a little anxious. he doesn't talk about this, even to the people he's closest to; he'd rather lie and protect them than be honest. somehow he feels rather powerless against an angel. how do you lie to an angel? )
Back home, I... I used the gifts I was given to hurt people. And I had my reasons, I was trying to stop dangerous people that the law couldn't reach, but... that didn't make it any less of a sin, and I did it anyway. ( he's pacing a little, and his hands twitching in an anguished hint of what he's trying not to show on his face. ) Ends don't justify the means. I knew what I was doing. I deserve to be here, if this really is purgatory. But the more I'm here, the more I wonder if that's where we are.
( there are children here, plenty of people that weren't even of any faith at all. Matt isn't sure what to make of this place if it isn't purgatory, but there's starting to be more questions than answers on that front. )
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( he's never heard of an angel being executed, only of an angel falling from grace quite intentionally and being cut out of the heavenly host. he's not sure what to make of that implication.
he has to wonder what Aziraphale could have done to be excommunicated from both heaven, and hell. there's one thing for sure, though, and it's that Aziraphale is somehow the more blind of the two of them, if he thinks that Matt didn't more than earn his place in purgatory. )
No, no. I deserve to be here, I do. ( Matt has already confessed plenty to Aziraphale, but the words on the tip of his tongue are clearly making him a little anxious. he doesn't talk about this, even to the people he's closest to; he'd rather lie and protect them than be honest. somehow he feels rather powerless against an angel. how do you lie to an angel? )
Back home, I... I used the gifts I was given to hurt people. And I had my reasons, I was trying to stop dangerous people that the law couldn't reach, but... that didn't make it any less of a sin, and I did it anyway. ( he's pacing a little, and his hands twitching in an anguished hint of what he's trying not to show on his face. ) Ends don't justify the means. I knew what I was doing. I deserve to be here, if this really is purgatory. But the more I'm here, the more I wonder if that's where we are.
( there are children here, plenty of people that weren't even of any faith at all. Matt isn't sure what to make of this place if it isn't purgatory, but there's starting to be more questions than answers on that front. )