It's 3 a.m. and another night of horrible sleep (thank you Prime) and maybe everyone is too worn out to care, but......
I cannot accept that the world was so broken it needed to be eliminated.
I do not believe that, when Aziraphale heartbrokenly expressed that all he wanted was Crowley, that Crowley wouldn't suggest they stay in that Garden for as long as they can -- just to give that last gift to his Angel -- before resuming this cruelly unnecessary path with God.
I reject the concept that after 6000 years of studying Aziraphale's every thought and action, S3 Crowley no longer has ANY CLUE as to who his Angel is, what he wants, how hard he's tried, and especially how much he loves and needs some peace with the person who completes him.
I find it ridiculous that, when Crowley said what he wanted, he somehow did NOT see the faint hope in Aziraphale's eyes fade and be replaced with numb despair. That he said, "DID I SAY THE WRONG THING?" with no attempt to convey how much he valued his Angel.
I think it's bizarre and insanely OOC that Aziraphale would say, "Otherwise I wouldn't need to find him, would I? AND I WOULDN'T NEED YOU." Our Angel was torn apart leaving him in the Final 15, and torn apart in losing him to God's rigidly uncaring games.
I will not accept that Crowley was so defined by his traumatic history that he accepted all this, and them disappearing into the ether, without even a delay or a struggle or a massive brainstorming session about all those damned empty pages that become a NEW BOOK OF LIFE.
I refuse to justify this ending with the idea that Crowley's life was so defined by his pain that ending his existance - AS HIMSELF - was some romantically tragic destiny.
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I'm trying so hard to be "Nice", and "Accurate", and reasoned, and helpful. But this was some crappy OOC despairing nihilistic Giving-Up, by the former demon whose whole arc in S1 was that he learned to NOT GIVE UP. Where was the fight that comes before the noble sacrifice?
Their story, the part of the story that was ACTUALLY THEM, ended in that diminished bookshop. It was to end as it began -- in a Garden.
🥂✨, Dammit!
