Aziraphale stays where he is, even if it does leave him on his knees before them. He looks up at them, anger now very much on the surface. He realizes he's trembling. "There's a girl in there. She's still alive. Do you realize that? Do you even care?" Of course not. Why would the God-King care about the 'vermin', as they call them. "That was her body, and you took it."

He knows he's repeating himself, stating the obvious. It doesn't matter. Illyria's complete disregard for the life they've overtaken infuriates him beyond reason. He can't just pretend nothing happened, though that seems to be their plan.