Crowley turns his head to look at the man, the bonfire reflecting in his sunglasses. Oh, it's this guy. The one who thinks everything is in the woods. Crowley doesn't give a shit about the woods. They're full of forest spirits. No, the way out is what they can actually see. The water, the Lighthouse.
"---I don't want to be here anymore. I told you the waterway was our way out and I'm still not wrong. That's the way we get in, that's the way we get out. The Lighthouse Keeper is our warden and she doesn't want us on the waterway, so that's the way I'm going to get out of here. So get the fuck out of my way."
He's spent a month prostrating in front of Aziraphale about how sorry he is about the ferry sinking. It feels good to dig his feet in that he's right and the person approaching him is wrong, even if he doesn't entirely feel that way anymore.
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Crowley turns his head to look at the man, the bonfire reflecting in his sunglasses. Oh, it's this guy. The one who thinks everything is in the woods. Crowley doesn't give a shit about the woods. They're full of forest spirits. No, the way out is what they can actually see. The water, the Lighthouse.
"---I don't want to be here anymore. I told you the waterway was our way out and I'm still not wrong. That's the way we get in, that's the way we get out. The Lighthouse Keeper is our warden and she doesn't want us on the waterway, so that's the way I'm going to get out of here. So get the fuck out of my way."
He's spent a month prostrating in front of Aziraphale about how sorry he is about the ferry sinking. It feels good to dig his feet in that he's right and the person approaching him is wrong, even if he doesn't entirely feel that way anymore.