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D'you know, the first time we met? You know? So. So-
Okay, so. We're in the garden, right? THE Garden, and I've been messing about causing trouble like I was told to and things have just gone all-- all-- all apple-shaped, right? So. So I look up on the wall and there's this angel up there, beautiful and-- and ethereal and... just... really pretty. Oh he was so pretty up on that wall...
Where was I? Oh, right, so, I decide, nnn, why not, y'know, go up an have a chat? What could it hurt? So I get up there, and, okay, I've seen him in the garden already, right, and I know he's got this flaming sword and I'm, I'm thinking, y'know, don't want to go meeting the business end of that, right, so, so, I'm all, I'm looking for the flaming sword while we talk and I don't see it, and I'm all, y'know, oh where's your flaming sword, right? Yeah.
And d'you know what he said? You know what he said? He said. He said. Oh I. Gave it away.
Gave it away! Can you imagine? The Almighty gives him a flaming sword, really nice, and he just... gave it away! Well naturally I wanted to know why, and he just... starts fretting about the humans. Adam and Eve, you know. It's dangerous out there. There's wild animals, she's expecting, God's inventing rain. And I'm thinking, here you are, an angel of the lord, given the huge responsibility of guarding the Eastern Gate with a great flaming sword, and all you can think is, gosh, I hope those humans are going to be alright. And I mean, he was fussing, he's always fussing, but he was mostly worried about whether maybe he'd made a bad decision that would hurt them even more. Not 'I hope I didn't do the wrong thing for the Great Plan', but 'I hope I didn't do the wrong thing for them.'
I think that was the moment for me, really...
He's like that, you know. Really-- really cares, y'know? 'Bout the humans. Oh, he can be ruthless if he needs to, or if he's put on the spot, or if they're being really bloody-minded about buying one of his books, but. But. But he just really cares, on a personal level I've never known anyone heaven or hell to do. He frets and he fusses and he worries over whether he made the right decision but he always decides to do the thing that will help then and worry about it afterward.
And, and don't get me wrong, I mean, he is a stone-cold bastard when he wants to be, but he's just. He's so warm. He cares. He loves. He Loves. He really does.
I don't know how I was supposed to not fall in love with him. I don't know how everyone doesn't.