With the room to do it, Crowley hoists himself to his feet, pushing his knuckles against the floor rather than the flat of his hands.
He leaves the discarded pistol on the ground.
"I trust who I trust," he says. "Aziraphael... Aziraphael found him vain, overly concerned with his status and the public opinion of himself, and to have been willingly blind. Aziraphael found him a politician and a businessman, and that's what he is."
Crowley's gaze wanders past Raguel, drifting over the flotsam of the stage, the elements of show stashed away and left to gather dust, before looking back.
"But Aziraphael also told me his repentance was genuine. And that, in the same situation, he wouldn't do the same thing again."
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He leaves the discarded pistol on the ground.
"I trust who I trust," he says. "Aziraphael... Aziraphael found him vain, overly concerned with his status and the public opinion of himself, and to have been willingly blind. Aziraphael found him a politician and a businessman, and that's what he is."
Crowley's gaze wanders past Raguel, drifting over the flotsam of the stage, the elements of show stashed away and left to gather dust, before looking back.
"But Aziraphael also told me his repentance was genuine. And that, in the same situation, he wouldn't do the same thing again."