"We could try to build our own boat," he says. "Get something small, just enough supplies for the three of us."

Because Crowley isn't leaving without Aziraphale and the human soldier person. Not that he'll admit that he cares about the human soldier person, but he's responsible for him, at least. That matters.

The cabin is up ahead. Crowley stops to catch his breath.

"Is this what all human injuries are like? So debilitating?"