Perhaps it's just as well that Sunshine's half out of her head, because it means she's not entirely there to experience the full force of Aziraphale's transformation. But she's not completely gone, either, and she's not completely stupid. He's not a nerd, he's an angel. An actual, winged angel (not fallen), all flaming sword and righteous fury, and even as the animal part of her that wants to live thinks yes, the rest of her, the tired part, thinks: what a waste.
There is nothing here for him to save.
At least he destroys Bo for her. She was meant to do that, wasn't she? Decent of him. Well. Angel. Go figure.
She watches the sword as he approaches her, wondering with a sudden jolt of - hope? fear? - if he is going to strike her down, next. He probably should. Bo is inside her, too; she will be… recreated… given time. Her hands, already, are gone, and she is sad when the angel asks for them, and guilty, as if she should have… anticipated this, the asking… and looked after them better.
She holds them up, not to offer, but to show. Somehow, she manages to say, "They're not mine." Then, shoulders slumping under the weight of her shame, "I'm sorry."
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There is nothing here for him to save.
At least he destroys Bo for her. She was meant to do that, wasn't she? Decent of him. Well. Angel. Go figure.
She watches the sword as he approaches her, wondering with a sudden jolt of - hope? fear? - if he is going to strike her down, next. He probably should. Bo is inside her, too; she will be… recreated… given time. Her hands, already, are gone, and she is sad when the angel asks for them, and guilty, as if she should have… anticipated this, the asking… and looked after them better.
She holds them up, not to offer, but to show. Somehow, she manages to say, "They're not mine." Then, shoulders slumping under the weight of her shame, "I'm sorry."