Melanie furrows her brow as he slumps down before her. It's almost as if he's the one praying, but she's not sure how to answer him.
She's already accepted angels and demons; the Devil isn't such a big leap from there. Even the thought of the rift letting in someone so dangerous isn't difficult to believe. She's here, after all. She might not know much about the devil, but she guesses she could turn this island into a nightmare-scape about as quickly as he could.
The thought of Crowley being the Devil's servant is a bit harder to accept. Even if the Devil does keep his word (and would he, really?), their deal only covers Aziraphale's safety. What about everyone else on the island? And what about Crowley? If the Devil tells him to do something terrible, is he just going to do it?
From the looks of Aziraphale, he has the same questions she does, and no easy, comforting answers - for her or for himself. Maybe it's presumptuous of her to think she could comfort him, especially in the face of something as bad as this. But she leans forward and wraps her arms around him, anyway, because he's still hurting, and she can't just watch that and do nothing.
"It's going to be okay," she says firmly. "Maybe I can help. I'm good at remembering things, and you have so many books already. There must be a lot of information on the Devil that I could read."
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She's already accepted angels and demons; the Devil isn't such a big leap from there. Even the thought of the rift letting in someone so dangerous isn't difficult to believe. She's here, after all. She might not know much about the devil, but she guesses she could turn this island into a nightmare-scape about as quickly as he could.
The thought of Crowley being the Devil's servant is a bit harder to accept. Even if the Devil does keep his word (and would he, really?), their deal only covers Aziraphale's safety. What about everyone else on the island? And what about Crowley? If the Devil tells him to do something terrible, is he just going to do it?
From the looks of Aziraphale, he has the same questions she does, and no easy, comforting answers - for her or for himself. Maybe it's presumptuous of her to think she could comfort him, especially in the face of something as bad as this. But she leans forward and wraps her arms around him, anyway, because he's still hurting, and she can't just watch that and do nothing.
"It's going to be okay," she says firmly. "Maybe I can help. I'm good at remembering things, and you have so many books already. There must be a lot of information on the Devil that I could read."