Crowley won't. He already knows he won't. He'll find something, he'll hobble back onto the ferry, he'll try to help. He knows that's what he'll do. He can't just stay here.
But he stays on the ground, soaking wet, leg broken, and looks up at the angel pitifully.
"Don't die," he says, firmly. "I can't do this alone."
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But he stays on the ground, soaking wet, leg broken, and looks up at the angel pitifully.
"Don't die," he says, firmly. "I can't do this alone."