"Oh, boo fucking hoo," sneered Crowley. "It's too hard, so you quit. Did you ever stop to think that maybe you didn't fail at all? Maybe you were too damn successful. People got complacent with no major diseases to fight. By eradicating them all you opened the door for worse things. What you need to learn, angel, is balance. If you keep swinging from one extreme to the other things are just going to get worse."
He had the idea that if Raphael allowed Pestilence to spread disease a bit more freely, it would frighten people into funding research against it again and possibly draw their attention back to their health, but he'd be more damned if he was going to suggest it at the moment. Raphael wouldn't listen and could react so violently that not only his point would be lost, but he would probably get hurt in the process.
Crowley's arms were starting to ache, but he willed the pain away and kept a tight grip on the angel.
"Regardless, you have got to start thinking outside the box, like Famine and his Adam forsaken Meals. I can't say I like the idea, but that was bloody brilliant thinking on his part. When no one was starving anymore did he whinge and cry and give up? No. He turned the fucking world on its head by making people fat and malnourished and now they don't even realize that they're starving. No matter what you think of the result, the concept is breathtaking."
Crowley needed to reply to Raphael's other concern next and he really didn't want to. Turning away a moment from the angel's blue-green gaze, he spoke quietly.
"Sometimes if everyone is telling you something, then you should at least try to listen. And of course you don't want to Fall. No one does."
His yellow eyes glowed momentarily.
"Look, Raphael, I can't tell you why some things are allowed and other things aren't, because I don't know. If I did, I might still be an angel. But those are the rules we have to play with or face the consequences. You want to know why, take it up with the boss, but leave the rest of us out of it."
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He had the idea that if Raphael allowed Pestilence to spread disease a bit more freely, it would frighten people into funding research against it again and possibly draw their attention back to their health, but he'd be more damned if he was going to suggest it at the moment. Raphael wouldn't listen and could react so violently that not only his point would be lost, but he would probably get hurt in the process.
Crowley's arms were starting to ache, but he willed the pain away and kept a tight grip on the angel.
"Regardless, you have got to start thinking outside the box, like Famine and his Adam forsaken Meals. I can't say I like the idea, but that was bloody brilliant thinking on his part. When no one was starving anymore did he whinge and cry and give up? No. He turned the fucking world on its head by making people fat and malnourished and now they don't even realize that they're starving. No matter what you think of the result, the concept is breathtaking."
Crowley needed to reply to Raphael's other concern next and he really didn't want to. Turning away a moment from the angel's blue-green gaze, he spoke quietly.
"Sometimes if everyone is telling you something, then you should at least try to listen. And of course you don't want to Fall. No one does."
His yellow eyes glowed momentarily.
"Look, Raphael, I can't tell you why some things are allowed and other things aren't, because I don't know. If I did, I might still be an angel. But those are the rules we have to play with or face the consequences. You want to know why, take it up with the boss, but leave the rest of us out of it."