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“Why an apple?”
“Well, I’d hardly want an angel. I’ve no interest in associating with them, and it wouldn’t feel right to have me up there. It seemed appropriate, none of any of this would be here without the apple.”
Crowley shrugged. “It would have happened eventually, I’m sure. I just sort of helped things along.”
“Either way, it holds far more significance to me than any angel or star could.”
“Could put a demon up there.” Crowley watched Aziraphale’s contemplative reaction, grinning.
“Perhaps I wouldn’t mind being up there, if you were with me.” Aziraphale clicked his fingers, smiling.
