The end of that final conversation in the bookshop feels so disgustingly focused on forcing the fandom to accept that our Crowley and Aziraphale couldn't possibly have managed to exist in their original forms on the new Earth in any way, shape, or form, and not at all focused on the actual characters choices and motivations.
They don't ask for any guarantees. They don't even really ask for anything specific besides no god, Crowley just idly hopes that free-will might be a thing. They don't even press for humans to be included as part of the deal. You can't tell me that a silver tongued devil and a bastard angel who makes mobsters regret their life choices and tax men weep didn't have any thoughts at all on making sure they weren't getting fucked over in the deal they were giving their actual lives to make?
I can practically feel the writer breathing down the back of my neck hoping to be able to hear the moment that my heart breaks. It's a real shame we could have had something well written but we got a meaningless suicide pact made by two characters too thoughtless or too depressed to even try to negotiate terms.




















