Your history? Aziraphale echoes, and Crowley nods -- takes a large sip of his own wine to cope with the conversation. Yes. His history. Unravelling.
As if you were never there.
Crowley flits his eyes around, twitchy. Uncomfortable. He clearly wants to deflect, to say it wasn't that bad or it was fine but he -- can't. He can't. He can't think of any way out of admitting it that isn't lying, and Crowley doesn't like to lie to Aziraphale. Doesn't want to start. Especially not about something that might be -- important. Might explain something.
"Doesn't make sense, does it?" he says finally, talking around it instead. Picking at the logic distractedly. "A magic tree shouldn't be able to interfere with -- with Her creation. To undo things in that way. To change reality now and all the way into the past and just... write me out and -- and replace me--"
Nnnngh. He winces, cuts himself uncomfortably.
"Anyway," he says, voice low and miserable, "you were right I suppose. I just --" He takes a breath, lets out a frustrated sigh. "I was hoping I could get us both out."
no subject
As if you were never there.
Crowley flits his eyes around, twitchy. Uncomfortable. He clearly wants to deflect, to say it wasn't that bad or it was fine but he -- can't. He can't. He can't think of any way out of admitting it that isn't lying, and Crowley doesn't like to lie to Aziraphale. Doesn't want to start. Especially not about something that might be -- important. Might explain something.
"Doesn't make sense, does it?" he says finally, talking around it instead. Picking at the logic distractedly. "A magic tree shouldn't be able to interfere with -- with Her creation. To undo things in that way. To change reality now and all the way into the past and just... write me out and -- and replace me--"
Nnnngh. He winces, cuts himself uncomfortably.
"Anyway," he says, voice low and miserable, "you were right I suppose. I just --" He takes a breath, lets out a frustrated sigh. "I was hoping I could get us both out."