[ The entire thing is witnessed with an agonized fury that wanes over the course of Aziraphale's response, sacrificing his coat and his hands and his words. By the last request (demand), the expression has gone strained, before reverting to the same doll-like glaze as before.
That actually proves it, huh. Residing Dominion of an entire multiverse district, commander of countless winged weapons, now rendered to a state where he can't even order one person away. If that doesn't confirm someone as the worst at their job, then nothing does. Simultaneously, in a bitter way, it's the most relieving thing he could name. Finally free of that accursed duty and everything that came with it.
But that's not important in comparison to That. Da Vinci doesn't know shit. The true beauty in the world is watching absolute certainty force reality to give way. Human or not, that expression of free will is always the most valuable thing to exist. The colors in the mirror fade, words dimming, going eternally still. Patient. A concession to a stronger Will. It needs to see this. Even dying is fine, it needs to see this.
-Wait. No. Not yet. A bit of power is reached to the side, where Maya usually is, a Master gone beyond static, and a half-assed memo gets-(Place Note: Replace his coat upon returning to base. Set bookmark, timestamp range to -10:00:00, reference court record for copying.)
-no response. Hopefully gets sent to her side. Good enough.
It's only here that his grip on the glass loosens, returning back to the near-corpse Aziraphale originally walked on. Spent of all arguments, it Waits. ]
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That actually proves it, huh. Residing Dominion of an entire multiverse district, commander of countless winged weapons, now rendered to a state where he can't even order one person away. If that doesn't confirm someone as the worst at their job, then nothing does. Simultaneously, in a bitter way, it's the most relieving thing he could name. Finally free of that accursed duty and everything that came with it.
But that's not important in comparison to That. Da Vinci doesn't know shit. The true beauty in the world is watching absolute certainty force reality to give way. Human or not, that expression of free will is always the most valuable thing to exist. The colors in the mirror fade, words dimming, going eternally still. Patient. A concession to a stronger Will. It needs to see this. Even dying is fine, it needs to see this.
-Wait. No. Not yet. A bit of power is reached to the side, where Maya usually is, a Master gone beyond static, and a half-assed memo gets-(Place Note: Replace his coat upon returning to base. Set bookmark, timestamp range to -10:00:00, reference court record for copying.)
-no response. Hopefully gets sent to her side. Good enough.
It's only here that his grip on the glass loosens, returning back to the near-corpse Aziraphale originally walked on. Spent of all arguments, it Waits. ]
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