Aziraphale pursed his lips and looked away from Gabriel. Not that it mattered. The archangel couldn't see him. But he felt the sudden need to retreat, both physically and verbally, into logic. He shrugged slightly, crossing his arms slightly over his chest.
"The evidence points to - to something similar to what happened during the pilgrimage. You attempted to create something that was too large for you then, as well. When you failed - " He cleared his throat. "You had physical symptoms. Different physical symptoms, but - the pattern is the same, so - it stands to reason the pattern will be the same here as well. Er."
He fidgeted, arms going slacked and falling to his side, then crossing behind his back at the wrist. The unspoken truth hung in the air between them. It was a theory. He didn't know. There was no way of knowing. Even the Doctor wouldn't have known, so this was all fruitless.
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Aziraphale pursed his lips and looked away from Gabriel. Not that it mattered. The archangel couldn't see him. But he felt the sudden need to retreat, both physically and verbally, into logic. He shrugged slightly, crossing his arms slightly over his chest.
"The evidence points to - to something similar to what happened during the pilgrimage. You attempted to create something that was too large for you then, as well. When you failed - " He cleared his throat. "You had physical symptoms. Different physical symptoms, but - the pattern is the same, so - it stands to reason the pattern will be the same here as well. Er."
He fidgeted, arms going slacked and falling to his side, then crossing behind his back at the wrist. The unspoken truth hung in the air between them. It was a theory. He didn't know. There was no way of knowing. Even the Doctor wouldn't have known, so this was all fruitless.
And they were helpless. Again.