Oh, that's not something the Soldier knew. They look down at the gun strapped to their thigh and frowns a little, thoughtfully. They'd been saving their bullets, but if Crowley can replace them... hmm. "When we can't fight anymore. Even I'll get too tired or injured eventually. So no, we can't do this forever." They look back up at Crowley. "But we can last a little while longer. Another week, maybe two, if the food holds and we're lucky. If the spirits don't change their tactics. And you don't do something stupid."

They love you, Crowley, but you have stupid ideas sometimes.