I was scolding him. I'd heard he'd planned a [caper, he'd called it in the memory] --I'd heard he'd planned a robbery. And I was afraid for him, because what he wanted was dangerous.
And I guess he must have asked me for it years before. [Over a century before, by Anthony's own words, but then that sounded crazy and Crowley already thought this was nonsense.] And I had turned him down. So in desperation he had decided to rob a--
[Aziraphale winced. This was ridiculous. He was ridiculous. Crowley didn't need a play-by-play. He leaned in, one hand on Crowley's arm to keep him from backing up, and lowered his voice as to not be heard by anyone else. Not that there was anyone else nearby, but walls have ears...and all that.]
Crowley, he wanted Holy Water. I don't know what for. All I know is that by the logic of this ...vision, it would be worse than death. It would be the total destruction of him.
[His voice strained with emotion, and a hint of almost disbelief, as if it had just occurred to him the weight of what he had done.] And I gave it to him, in a little lunch thermos. I just gave him a...I don't know, a suicide pill? [His tone warbled on the edge of tears.] I think...because I loved him.
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I was scolding him. I'd heard he'd planned a [caper, he'd called it in the memory] --I'd heard he'd planned a robbery. And I was afraid for him, because what he wanted was dangerous.
And I guess he must have asked me for it years before. [Over a century before, by Anthony's own words, but then that sounded crazy and Crowley already thought this was nonsense.] And I had turned him down. So in desperation he had decided to rob a--
[Aziraphale winced. This was ridiculous. He was ridiculous. Crowley didn't need a play-by-play. He leaned in, one hand on Crowley's arm to keep him from backing up, and lowered his voice as to not be heard by anyone else. Not that there was anyone else nearby, but walls have ears...and all that.]
Crowley, he wanted Holy Water. I don't know what for. All I know is that by the logic of this ...vision, it would be worse than death. It would be the total destruction of him.
[His voice strained with emotion, and a hint of almost disbelief, as if it had just occurred to him the weight of what he had done.] And I gave it to him, in a little lunch thermos. I just gave him a...I don't know, a suicide pill? [His tone warbled on the edge of tears.] I think...because I loved him.