That sounds right. Heaven was fairly efficient when it came to paperwork, although slow and with an overwhelming amount of procedures, but Aziraphale always imagined Hell to be. . . Well, he had seen the place during his brief stint there. He couldn’t imagine anything really got done there in that aspect.
It was Hell, after all.
“Oh, I know,” he says. He is both sympathetic and understanding. Certainly a blessing that Crowley had never met such a fate on Earth.
Then Crowley is moving on, pushing the conversation where Aziraphale wanted it to go without his prompting. He pauses, for just a second, as he thinks over both what he had already known through Norse mythology and the beliefs that the natives held. The two didn’t fully line up, there were little odds and ends that were just different enough. “Yggdrasil? The World Tree?” he asks, knowing good and well that could be the only thing that Crowley could mean.
“Not much, I suppose.” Or a lot, depending on how you’d like to think about it. “I’m told that it is the source of all creation. The Mother. But, of course, something is wrong the magic.”
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It was Hell, after all.
“Oh, I know,” he says. He is both sympathetic and understanding. Certainly a blessing that Crowley had never met such a fate on Earth.
Then Crowley is moving on, pushing the conversation where Aziraphale wanted it to go without his prompting. He pauses, for just a second, as he thinks over both what he had already known through Norse mythology and the beliefs that the natives held. The two didn’t fully line up, there were little odds and ends that were just different enough. “Yggdrasil? The World Tree?” he asks, knowing good and well that could be the only thing that Crowley could mean.
“Not much, I suppose.” Or a lot, depending on how you’d like to think about it. “I’m told that it is the source of all creation. The Mother. But, of course, something is wrong the magic.”