"Was that supposed to make me feel better?" Crowley says, glaring at the human soldier person through his sunglasses. "Painful or not painful, you still died."

Not that Crowley cares, he reminds himself. He has other things to worry about, other things to focus on. Getting Aziraphale awake, figuring out a way to stop the monsters attacking them, maybe getting Xayah to talk to him again. Definitely not focusing on the gnawing upset of losing the human soldier person in such a sudden way.