Nearly crying in frustration, Crowley took a few steps closer to Michael, just avoiding his extended aura, and gestured wildly.
"Something. Is. Wrong. Don't you get it? Aziraphale was attacked and no one knows why. You came after me and you don't know why. The war is starting again and no one fucking knows why. You don't think that bloody well merits some consideration? More so than your pathetic love life?"
He was breathing heavily, trying to encapsulate the huge thoughts in his head into words too inadequate for the purpose. "If the war happens, no matter who wins, at least half the people in this house are going to die. If the war happens... we all lose."
If the war happens, he thought, I lose Aziraphale forever. His throat clenched, as did his fists.
In a low, dangerous voice he said, "Tell me who gave you the orders. It was Gabriel, wasn't it?"
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Date: 2005-12-15 07:18 pm (UTC)"Something. Is. Wrong. Don't you get it? Aziraphale was attacked and no one knows why. You came after me and you don't know why. The war is starting again and no one fucking knows why. You don't think that bloody well merits some consideration? More so than your pathetic love life?"
He was breathing heavily, trying to encapsulate the huge thoughts in his head into words too inadequate for the purpose. "If the war happens, no matter who wins, at least half the people in this house are going to die. If the war happens... we all lose."
If the war happens, he thought, I lose Aziraphale forever. His throat clenched, as did his fists.
In a low, dangerous voice he said, "Tell me who gave you the orders. It was Gabriel, wasn't it?"