Aziraphale chuckles - that is an interesting way to think about it, and perfectly valid, he supposes. "Fair enough," he says. "It just seems... well. Indulgent." But then, what has he been for the last several thousand years, if not indulgent? Helping Crowley stop Armageddon was nothing but indulgence. He frowns, thumbing thoughtfully at his chin.

"But I suppose the Rift is the new Authority," he muses. An idea he'd mentioned to Crowley as well, though with admittedly little to back it up. "I mean, I've never dreamed before, really. I don't go in for it. But I can't seem to help myself. And the way I met you almost seemed like it was supposed to happen."

If Aziraphale really thought about it, or rather if Crowley were here to point it out, there's actually nothing to imply that his first meeting of Sunshine was anything but rote coincidence. But Aziraphale has always had a hard time with the idea that there isn't something overseeing his every move.

"I just wish I knew what it wanted from me," he sighs.