"Who said anything about steering him into it?" Gabriel asked innocently, giving Aziraphale a winsome smile. His actual point had been that he'd just happened to see the guy's soul in need of just desserts, and there just happened to be a cement truck nearby, and since it was appropriate ... no, spontaneity didn't mean a lack of creativity at all.
There were a lot of things there that Gabriel could say, and most of them he didn't want to. Most of them included talking about how he'd left Heaven because he didn't want to fight, but hadn't actually questioned, until about five minutes before his death. At least, he hadn't let himself. Part of him had been for a while; that was the part he'd spent two thousand years ignoring.
He settled for muttering, "The world's a better place than most of the family liked to believe," an unintentional wistful note in his tone. A better place than a lot of humans even liked to believe. There were good things about Heaven, but most of the things that had been good about it had degraded badly by the time he'd left, let alone by the time of Armageddon.
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There were a lot of things there that Gabriel could say, and most of them he didn't want to. Most of them included talking about how he'd left Heaven because he didn't want to fight, but hadn't actually questioned, until about five minutes before his death. At least, he hadn't let himself. Part of him had been for a while; that was the part he'd spent two thousand years ignoring.
He settled for muttering, "The world's a better place than most of the family liked to believe," an unintentional wistful note in his tone. A better place than a lot of humans even liked to believe. There were good things about Heaven, but most of the things that had been good about it had degraded badly by the time he'd left, let alone by the time of Armageddon.