[It's for the best, that she hasn't discovered the way this place can hurt.]
I realise this might come as a bit of a shock... [He trails off briefly, distracted by the plant in front of him, snapping off a sad looking leaf before he returns his attention to Prudence to finish his train of thought.] But I'm not actually much for hurting people. Always felt too much like giving the Almighty what She wants.
[She might've made him a monster, that doesn't mean he has to be monstrous.]
It doesn't. [ Not a shock, but perhaps a disappointment. ] But you give the False God far too much credit.
[ As if anything demons or the damned is blessed or approved by the False God; Prudence considers that a blasphemy, but she likes Crowley enough to forgive it this time.
(Maybe not next time, but obviously that's a bridge to cross if or when they get there.) ]
Luckily I do still enjoy a good afternoon filled with chaos, so I'm sure we'll manage.
[It would've been easy to be vicious and cruel like the other demons, to be the enemy that angels and God wanted them to all be. It's taken more work to remember how to love, even after She tore it out of him.]
If you ever run into some Nazis around here, you can give me a call and we'll make a day of doing properly awful things.
[Nazis don't count as people.
He could equally say "SIN Guards" but that has the potential to backfire.]
[Crowley makes an amused sound, apparently having decided he's satisfied with the plant in its new pot, since he rises to his feet and brushes his hands off on his jeans.]
Bit like the theatre that way, I suppose. No harm in going alone, but it's more fun if you've got someone to talk to during the intermission.
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I realise this might come as a bit of a shock... [He trails off briefly, distracted by the plant in front of him, snapping off a sad looking leaf before he returns his attention to Prudence to finish his train of thought.] But I'm not actually much for hurting people. Always felt too much like giving the Almighty what She wants.
[She might've made him a monster, that doesn't mean he has to be monstrous.]
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[ As if anything demons or the damned is blessed or approved by the False God; Prudence considers that a blasphemy, but she likes Crowley enough to forgive it this time.
(Maybe not next time, but obviously that's a bridge to cross if or when they get there.) ]
Luckily I do still enjoy a good afternoon filled with chaos, so I'm sure we'll manage.
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Let me have my spite.
[It would've been easy to be vicious and cruel like the other demons, to be the enemy that angels and God wanted them to all be. It's taken more work to remember how to love, even after She tore it out of him.]
If you ever run into some Nazis around here, you can give me a call and we'll make a day of doing properly awful things.
[Nazis don't count as people.
He could equally say "SIN Guards" but that has the potential to backfire.]
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[ Prudence accepts the silent challenge, feeling certain there are probably other ways to persuade him, too... but that's a matter for another time. ]
Not that I actually need your help, but tormenting mortals is always so much more enjoyable with some company.
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Bit like the theatre that way, I suppose. No harm in going alone, but it's more fun if you've got someone to talk to during the intermission.