"I don't - " Aziraphale frowned. "I don't know that He would do such a thing for no reason."

That was the whole point, of course; he didn't know. He'd been all right - more than all right - with that once, but lately it had been more and more difficult to reconcile with what he felt was right. He certainly didn't see God as a creator capable of toying with his creations for sport, but, well. If not that, then what? And if it was an accident, would it be rectified? That was fine for him, but what about Gabriel?

He rubbed his temple and waved someone over. "Another, please," he muttered, and watched distantly as another glass of the same was fetched. He couldn't think about this sober for much longer.