[ Crowley swallows hard. Around more arguments. Around pleas. Around - rage. Not at Aziraphale, but at - Heaven.
In that way, he is truly a demon. He hates Heaven and everyone in it with all of his being. He'd burn it all down if he could, Heaven and Hell both.
But he knows now, Aziraphale doesn't agree. If he says that to Aziraphale, he'd get a sad, disappointed look. Or worse. So he doesn't say it. Just. Swallows it down. ]
Looks like it's some sort of market day.
[ He waves vaguely at the scene unfolding before them as they step into the square. ]
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In that way, he is truly a demon. He hates Heaven and everyone in it with all of his being. He'd burn it all down if he could, Heaven and Hell both.
But he knows now, Aziraphale doesn't agree. If he says that to Aziraphale, he'd get a sad, disappointed look. Or worse. So he doesn't say it. Just. Swallows it down. ]
Looks like it's some sort of market day.
[ He waves vaguely at the scene unfolding before them as they step into the square. ]
Just your scene, huh.