"Neither do past lives, my dear, yet here we are."

He heaved a sigh and looked down at his poor neglected crepes. Not willing to let another bit of food go to waste just because he couldn't seem to have an agreeable outing with Anthony, Aziraphale poked at the pear, then speared himself another bite.

"Your guess is as good as mine. Presumably there's some 'splitting apart' or 'cutting in twain' going on, given the word itself, but specifics? I have no idea."