[ Trust me. Crowley is so glad for his sunglasses at a time like this. He stares at Aziraphale and he's glad the angel can't see his eyes. The pain he feels must be glaring out of them like a beacon right now, but they're at least safely hidden behind the dark lenses. ]

I don't think I can anymore.

[ He admits that quietly, his voice rough. He wasn't planning to do this - not here, maybe not ever. But Aziraphale asked. ]

I thought - we were on our own side. But we never were. You're running back to them the first chance you get. That's all you ever really wanted, isn't it? I thought you were different. But you're not. I thought a lot of things, started to hope for things I used to never think could happen, but. I was wrong.

So no, I can't - trust you.