[ Aziraphale didn't have the benefit of a pair of shades to hide behind when that knife was given that sharp twist. His eyes grew misty instantly despite his best efforts to prevent it. How could they not when Crowley was saying something that sounded so final. All of the trust they had built up between each other over the centuries was gone just like that? That hurt in ways that were as unfathomable as Crowley's tempting kiss back at the bookshop had been. ]

Well...

[ He took a hesitant step away. ]

I tried to get you to come with me Crowley, I still want you to come with me! But, if that is the way you feel...

[ The angel fidgeted and only managed to prevent himself from losing control completely by shoving that spoon he had been holding roughly back into a pocket and turning so that Crowley's beacon-like eyes could only pierce his back. Aziraphale couldn't bare to look into those hurt and accusatory shades not when he himself was feeling shattered. ]

If you do decide to stay... Might be for the best really.

[ It didn't feel like it would be for the best but at least Crowley would be out of harm's way here. Surely the Metatron's influence couldn't reach all the way out here. If Crowley would be safe then maybe he could still do what needed to be done. ]