[ More than the blades reaching for his lungs or Whatever The Hell That Was in the mirror reaching for everything, this is the worst. It’s handing suffering off to someone else. Not that if the roles were switched it’d be any better, but he was built for this type of Old Testament nonsense. Aziraphale doesn’t deserve this. No one does, but especially not someone who knows what it means.
But what are the options. Rip his wings out or become an even worse kind of nightmare? The choice is obvious. It’s not like Court angels show their wings often anyway. No one would know. Ha. Or maybe it’s just an illusion. That’d be nice. But it’s wrong to gamble on miracles, and even stronger than wanting that abomination Out is the need to get that point across. Each dying breath is barely a syllable long, losing traction with each word, small but desperate. ]
Y-you. Don’t. N-should. N’t. Ha- ave. To. [ Ugh, what a mess. Disgraceful. Focus. ] I-I’m s. Sorry. Please.
[ Please forgive him. Please do this. Please refuse if it’s too much. The grip tightens, loosens, then lets go. He’ll need both hands for whichever option gets picked. ]
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But what are the options. Rip his wings out or become an even worse kind of nightmare? The choice is obvious. It’s not like Court angels show their wings often anyway. No one would know. Ha. Or maybe it’s just an illusion. That’d be nice. But it’s wrong to gamble on miracles, and even stronger than wanting that abomination Out is the need to get that point across. Each dying breath is barely a syllable long, losing traction with each word, small but desperate. ]
Y-you. Don’t. N-should. N’t. Ha- ave. To. [ Ugh, what a mess. Disgraceful. Focus. ] I-I’m s. Sorry. Please.
[ Please forgive him. Please do this. Please refuse if it’s too much. The grip tightens, loosens, then lets go. He’ll need both hands for whichever option gets picked. ]