"Crowley thought it was Robin's fault," the Soldier says heavily, and focuses on the floor again, though their hand is still on Aziraphale's shoulder, tightening a little at the join of shoulder and neck. Comfort. They know how that works, a little bit, surely. "I tried to convince him. I'm sorry, Aziraphale. I. Failed to keep him safe."

Not that anyone could really keep Crowley from doing something stupid for that long. The Soldier just has unrealistic expectations.