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What? No. There was just one universe for me, and one Earth. And I was sent to protect it and the people on it.

Didn't even stop to think there might be another one.

[ He heaves a sigh. ]

It's not like I ever had all the answers, but I usually have a better grasp than this. It's-- unnerving, I'll tell you.

[He nods his agreement. It must be troubling, being thousands of years old and only just learning something so monumental - assuming it's true. But the evidence is pretty convincing, Rosinante figures. Then again, he's in a poorer position to judge, being relatively quite young and entirely inexperienced in these sorts of metaphysical issues.]

When you were in your home world, were you able to ask your god questions like this? I assume you can't now. But I wonder if there's a way to reach out somehow, through the portal.

[ He looks over, shocked, demeanor changing immediately. ]

No!

Definitely not. Best not question our God and what She's told or not told us. It's all in Her Plan.

Besides, I-- I love Her, still, of course I do, but I was executed by other angels, and I don't think She is taking my calls.

Oh!

[Wow, he hadn't expected that sharp turn at all. An angel on bad terms with his god? But it sounds like maybe he'd done something to lose her favor. To... put it mildly. Huh. What sort of betrayal is an angel capable of?

Well, maybe he can guess, actually, given how close Aziraphale is to Crowley. Angels probably aren't supposed to befriend demons, let alone fall for them.]

Sorry. Didn't realize - I don't know how this stuff works.

No! No, no, not at all. It's alright.

[ Yes, okay, he should probably explain. ]

You see, Heaven and Hell were planning to have a battle over Earth, which-- well our Earth was like this but with daylight and oh, seven billion more people, give or take, it'd really shot up since the 1800s - not important, I'm digressing. Anyway, Crowley and I wanted to put a stop to it, so we did.

Typically the punishment for an angel is to become a demon, but, well. You can see why that might be a problem, so our sides decided to... ah, execute us.

And so.

We're not very much on good terms. With either Heaven or Hell. Anymore.

[Seven billion. And Aziraphale and Crowley saved them all.

That does help fill in the gaps. Aziraphale had told him about the battle on Earth. He hadn't heard about what happened after.]

No, I imagine. But you did the right thing, stopping them.

[His own act of treachery hadn't been anywhere near as noble. Saving seven billion people - that gives him a sudden burst of respect for these two, and he had already respected Aziraphale quite a lot.]

Whatever it is we have to do, I'm sure we can work it out ourselves.

[They'll have to. But clearly not even real gods are all-knowing or infallible.]

Yes, I'm afraid we will have to.

There's another angel here, but I believe he's in a similar situation.

[ He keeps thinking. ]

Matt, perhaps, could ask. Or Javert - I believe they are both devout. But nonetheless, yes, best we should try to figure it out amongst ourselves.

--The portal brings in items from other worlds. We should ask for information about the World Eaters.

That's a good thought. Might be other worlds out there who've dealt with them. I don't think Rastus or Robin can find something that specific, but maybe Pluto.

[Could still be hard, but it's worth a shot. He frowns as he considers it, then sips at his drink.]

Who's the other angel?

Oh, I'd keep his secret, but I don't think he cares and he is very bad at fitting in with the humans.

It's Castiel, and he likes to learn about humans.

[ It makes him excited to talk about the other angel, maybe give him some friends to teach him traditions. ]

Ah. I've heard the name before. I'll have to meet him. I won't tell him you told me, don't worry.

[And indeed they will meet on the weather station expedition, so, nice.]

Oh, thank you.

I really don't think he will mind if I had, but... please be easy with him and... gently guide him as a human.

[ Because he remembers a time he didn't look for a minute and he was out of touch with humans and they... well, they weren't nice. ]

[He chuckles at that.]

I'll do my best. And unless you have anything else you wanted to talk about, I think I'll head out. I don't want to keep you tied up all day.

[As if time matters to that degree here, but it's only polite to try and excuse himself as he finishes his cup of tea.]

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