She knew he wouldn't like it, she knew it would upset him, and she wishes she could just go back to bed and pretend everything is all right. It should be all right, because she trusts Aziraphale and she knows he'll do everything he can to keep her safe.
But that's not enough. There is a gap in the armor, and she can't pretend it isn't there or that nothing should be done about it... or that Aziraphale throwing himself between her and the combined forces of the Devil and Crowley (even a reluctant Crowley) is an acceptable solution. If that even could solve the problem, they wouldn't be in such a mess in the first place.
She can't bear the thought of hurting Aziraphale with her questions and doubts. But she can't bear the thought of the whole city - the whole world - falling to the cordyceps because it was easier to just trust that everything would be okay than it was to have a hard conversation about how to make sure that it would be.
For a few moments, all she can do is stand there and look tormented, torn between the desire to spare her angel's feelings and her need to be realistic because this is bigger than just him. Twisting her hands together, she finally forces herself to admit, "I'm not sure that's enough," her tone soft but strained.
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But that's not enough. There is a gap in the armor, and she can't pretend it isn't there or that nothing should be done about it... or that Aziraphale throwing himself between her and the combined forces of the Devil and Crowley (even a reluctant Crowley) is an acceptable solution. If that even could solve the problem, they wouldn't be in such a mess in the first place.
She can't bear the thought of hurting Aziraphale with her questions and doubts. But she can't bear the thought of the whole city - the whole world - falling to the cordyceps because it was easier to just trust that everything would be okay than it was to have a hard conversation about how to make sure that it would be.
For a few moments, all she can do is stand there and look tormented, torn between the desire to spare her angel's feelings and her need to be realistic because this is bigger than just him. Twisting her hands together, she finally forces herself to admit, "I'm not sure that's enough," her tone soft but strained.