Gabriel's expression did not change, which was perhaps more of a betrayal than he realized; for anger, annoyance he would not have hidden from the demon, but such uncertainty as this situation held he dared not show.
For in the logic he had always known, he had no real reason to help Crowley - no reason, in fact, to care what became of the demon. There was a vague promise, made to the Antichrist, to help when he was needed. But his duties in the manor were not as binding as those which he had been created to fulfill, and Gabriel had to consider more carefully anymore where his line was drawn: The politics of Hell were not meant to be his concern, after all, nor was their malfeasance of their agents. But Belial had made them his concern, hadn't he? And already Gabriel knew his concept of Enemy and Friend were much more plastic than they once had been.
Perhaps it was because he had already seen fit to help Michael, who had shifted so abruptly from one category to another. Or perhaps it was the concern Crowley had shown for Aziraphale over time, whether or not their relationship could be considered a romantic one.
Or maybe it was nothing more complicated than the fact that Gabriel yet recognized the face he now beheld, carefully obscured by dark glasses, from some other place - from a very different time - where he had once known it by a name he still remembered, even if Crowley did not.
The angel was not ready to admit to any one of these reasons, though likely each held its sway. Instead, though, he settled on one which he suspected that they both understood more readily than they would perhaps admit. He tilted his head, glancing almost curiously at Crowley, and answered simply, "Because you helped Belial escape."
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Date: 2007-03-03 11:13 pm (UTC)For in the logic he had always known, he had no real reason to help Crowley - no reason, in fact, to care what became of the demon. There was a vague promise, made to the Antichrist, to help when he was needed. But his duties in the manor were not as binding as those which he had been created to fulfill, and Gabriel had to consider more carefully anymore where his line was drawn: The politics of Hell were not meant to be his concern, after all, nor was their malfeasance of their agents. But Belial had made them his concern, hadn't he? And already Gabriel knew his concept of Enemy and Friend were much more plastic than they once had been.
Perhaps it was because he had already seen fit to help Michael, who had shifted so abruptly from one category to another. Or perhaps it was the concern Crowley had shown for Aziraphale over time, whether or not their relationship could be considered a romantic one.
Or maybe it was nothing more complicated than the fact that Gabriel yet recognized the face he now beheld, carefully obscured by dark glasses, from some other place - from a very different time - where he had once known it by a name he still remembered, even if Crowley did not.
The angel was not ready to admit to any one of these reasons, though likely each held its sway. Instead, though, he settled on one which he suspected that they both understood more readily than they would perhaps admit. He tilted his head, glancing almost curiously at Crowley, and answered simply, "Because you helped Belial escape."