[ Valid question. Good starting point in general, actually, seeing how a lot of what happened didn't really start happening until after. ]
Bad luck, mostly. Afraid I made a bit of a mess of things. [ "I made a bit of a mess of things." Story of their whole anti-Armageddon campaign.
Aziraphale takes a moment of his own to try and get events in order. Or the relevant ones. His pacing kicks down a few notches into more of a vague, distracted ambling. ]
For starters, I worked out where the Antichrist was. [ Which is relevant. ] And I thought-- well, I thought, if I've got the information, why not try to go up the ladder about it? Stop that war nonsense officially. Keep it all above-board. Save everyone. So I put in that call to the Almighty that I was talking about, because surely nobody actually wanted...
[ Surely nobody wanted a war to end all wars, or to destroy all of humanity and Earth in the process, because surely they all cared about a world made to be loved, even just as a little bit more than a battleground. He and Crowley were already found out, no undoing that, but it's not like that was Earth's fault or something.
Aziraphale can't make himself finish the statement.
Everything worked out, but it doesn't take much away from how much some parts of the whole affair hurt. What is... a nice way to put it. ]
Well. Let's just say you were right about how that would go over. [ Poorly. Everybody else, as it turned out, wanted rather badly, and the Almighty was out of office. ] That was when I tried to reach you instead, if you remember. And you really ought to work on your phone etiquette, my dear, as an aside.
[ Okay, that last part is not relevant. He's chosen to take the long walk to contextualizing, and it just gets folded in without really thinking about it. Not offended or upset about it after the fact as much as an absentminded verbal note stuck to a fridge with a novelty magnet.
This would have been a great time to have a powerpoint presentation. ]
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Bad luck, mostly. Afraid I made a bit of a mess of things. [ "I made a bit of a mess of things." Story of their whole anti-Armageddon campaign.
Aziraphale takes a moment of his own to try and get events in order. Or the relevant ones. His pacing kicks down a few notches into more of a vague, distracted ambling. ]
For starters, I worked out where the Antichrist was. [ Which is relevant. ] And I thought-- well, I thought, if I've got the information, why not try to go up the ladder about it? Stop that war nonsense officially. Keep it all above-board. Save everyone. So I put in that call to the Almighty that I was talking about, because surely nobody actually wanted...
[ Surely nobody wanted a war to end all wars, or to destroy all of humanity and Earth in the process, because surely they all cared about a world made to be loved, even just as a little bit more than a battleground. He and Crowley were already found out, no undoing that, but it's not like that was Earth's fault or something.
Aziraphale can't make himself finish the statement.
Everything worked out, but it doesn't take much away from how much some parts of the whole affair hurt. What is... a nice way to put it. ]
Well. Let's just say you were right about how that would go over. [ Poorly. Everybody else, as it turned out, wanted rather badly, and the Almighty was out of office. ] That was when I tried to reach you instead, if you remember. And you really ought to work on your phone etiquette, my dear, as an aside.
[ Okay, that last part is not relevant. He's chosen to take the long walk to contextualizing, and it just gets folded in without really thinking about it. Not offended or upset about it after the fact as much as an absentminded verbal note stuck to a fridge with a novelty magnet.
This would have been a great time to have a powerpoint presentation. ]