John shook his head, irritated, but trying not to show it. This was just about the reaction he'd expected, and there was really no reason to think it would get any better. But he'd always had a somewhat masochistic tendency to beat his head against a brick wall, metaphorically speaking. And Raphael had just insultingly dismissed one of the best friends he had out of sheer ignorance. He wasn't inclined to let the matter drop if there was even a remote chance he might get through to the idiot.
"Raphael," he said in measured tones, "I'm only gonna tell you this once, so listen carefully. The only people round the Manor who want you dead are the fuckwits like Ligur who let their equally fuckwitted bosses do the thinking for them. And you're dead wrong if you really think nobody needs the place. Aziraphale needed it when he first came here, for one, had you forgotten that? Even Adam can't stop everything from getting in. I tell you this from personal experience."
He turned to face the archangel, eyes hard. "Oh, and one other thing. Don't you ever go spouting at me about 'demonic.' I know from Evil, old son, I've walked into a room and been knocked over by the sheer smell of it. I've been torn open and had my lungs roasted in my chest. Stood eyeball to eyeball with monsters that'd crawl inside someone and make them eat people alive and get off on it. And whatever Crowley is, believe me, he doesn't even come close."
He dropped his cigarette butt and ground it out with his heel. "Look, I dunno what it is you're looking for someone to tell you, Raphael, but the truth of the matter is, we're all in the same boat. Everybody's life stinks, nobody's got any answers, we all feel like the world's against us and nothing we do matters and Hell, we're most likely right. The rest of us have been living with it for years. You're damn lucky you got to be innocent for as long as you did. Welcome to the party, and get the fuck over it."
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Date: 2006-01-28 04:43 am (UTC)"Raphael," he said in measured tones, "I'm only gonna tell you this once, so listen carefully. The only people round the Manor who want you dead are the fuckwits like Ligur who let their equally fuckwitted bosses do the thinking for them. And you're dead wrong if you really think nobody needs the place. Aziraphale needed it when he first came here, for one, had you forgotten that? Even Adam can't stop everything from getting in. I tell you this from personal experience."
He turned to face the archangel, eyes hard. "Oh, and one other thing. Don't you ever go spouting at me about 'demonic.' I know from Evil, old son, I've walked into a room and been knocked over by the sheer smell of it. I've been torn open and had my lungs roasted in my chest. Stood eyeball to eyeball with monsters that'd crawl inside someone and make them eat people alive and get off on it. And whatever Crowley is, believe me, he doesn't even come close."
He dropped his cigarette butt and ground it out with his heel. "Look, I dunno what it is you're looking for someone to tell you, Raphael, but the truth of the matter is, we're all in the same boat. Everybody's life stinks, nobody's got any answers, we all feel like the world's against us and nothing we do matters and Hell, we're most likely right. The rest of us have been living with it for years. You're damn lucky you got to be innocent for as long as you did. Welcome to the party, and get the fuck over it."