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So soon? Crowley asks, the words resigned to a fate Aziraphale has not brought with him. There is no sound in space, but Aziraphale understands the words anyway. They echo, chambered and clattering, around inside of his mind. 

A hundred years, Aziraphale tells him.

Have you come to kill me, Angel?

I haven’t been sane since I read this fic by @kedreeva please read it and cry with me.