It is a long moment before Aziraphale replies, eyes shadowed with unhappiness. It's the same unpleasant stab of knowledge as the first time Moloch shared this fact with him, that a God would create an angel for this purpose. Hearing that Moloch only wishes to return to the Void, no matter what happens, also brings about more personal, painful memories.
I'm not giving you a suicide pill, Crowley!
Aziraphale does not envy Lucifer in any of this. Not in the slightest.
"And I'm a Principality," he notes. "I was made to lead an entire battalion of angels into Armageddon. I was made to wield a flaming sword." He gestures to himself, as if that should explain it. "Anyone can be more than they were created to be."
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I'm not giving you a suicide pill, Crowley!
Aziraphale does not envy Lucifer in any of this. Not in the slightest.
"And I'm a Principality," he notes. "I was made to lead an entire battalion of angels into Armageddon. I was made to wield a flaming sword." He gestures to himself, as if that should explain it. "Anyone can be more than they were created to be."