[As much as they'd like to be all-knowing, occasionally Soldat does need to sleep, do maintenance on the arm, or be Downtown or at the armory or somesuch. Plenty of times to miss a couple of conversations, sadly.]

That's very pretty. And you kept it.

[Which Soldat assumes means something. (Not as good as the sword sheath, though.) They regard it a moment, torn between a the familiar heavy sadness and a kind of bitter amusement.]

Nicer than the thing he gave me.

[Why couldn't Aziraphale have given them a pretty handkerchief? That sweater vest is so ugly.]