Aziraphael looks away again sharply, thumb rising quickly to swipe at the corner of an eye. He's managed well so far, but perhaps it's not so surprising that it's this, more than anything in days, that makes his ribs feel too tight to draw unnecessary breath.
"Yes -- "
He clears his throat, and tries again.
"Yes. They shot him. For which we might thank them, I suppose; he wasn't..."
This is more difficult than he'd imagined. There haven't been many that have asked. And Aziraphael hasn't been specific. But whatever Raguel is now, and however that might sit between them, Aziraphael owes him this, at least.
"It was quicker than it might have been otherwise."
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Aziraphael looks away again sharply, thumb rising quickly to swipe at the corner of an eye. He's managed well so far, but perhaps it's not so surprising that it's this, more than anything in days, that makes his ribs feel too tight to draw unnecessary breath.
"Yes -- "
He clears his throat, and tries again.
"Yes. They shot him. For which we might thank them, I suppose; he wasn't..."
This is more difficult than he'd imagined. There haven't been many that have asked. And Aziraphael hasn't been specific. But whatever Raguel is now, and however that might sit between them, Aziraphael owes him this, at least.
"It was quicker than it might have been otherwise."