[This is the most physical contact they've ever had, and he can't help but regret that it's under these circumstances, when he's too woozy to really appreciate it, when he's sure Aziraphale is only putting up with it because he's worried about losing him in the fog.
He wonders if this is what Eurydice's felt like, following Orpheus out of the underworld.
Rather than indulge that thought further, he focuses on the relief of feeling pavement under his feet, a reassuring change from the soft forest floor. It doesn't stop him from asking the question that's been on his mind the whole time he's been in the fog.]
Are we dead, angel?
[It should be impossible for beings like them, there's no 'alive' and 'dead', only existence and destruction, but it wouldn't be the first time that God has lied to them.]
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He wonders if this is what Eurydice's felt like, following Orpheus out of the underworld.
Rather than indulge that thought further, he focuses on the relief of feeling pavement under his feet, a reassuring change from the soft forest floor. It doesn't stop him from asking the question that's been on his mind the whole time he's been in the fog.]
Are we dead, angel?
[It should be impossible for beings like them, there's no 'alive' and 'dead', only existence and destruction, but it wouldn't be the first time that God has lied to them.]